My Baby'S Daddy
Edinburgh by Komalasari

...Edinburgh...

...Mother : Komalasari...

🍓 Chapter snippets

"Hey, Mr. Neighbour!" blaire exclaimed from behind, leaving the man stunned. He turned his head for a moment, then resumed his steps without giving any response. "Gosh my god." The girl with blonde hair muttered softly. Half-running, Blaire followed and lined up the man's steps.

"Don't follow me" the man scolded.

"I'm not following you. I walk beside, not behind" Blaire said lightly.

"Did you not have another job?" The man did not look at it one bit. His steps were firm with his gaze fixed straight. Both hands were in the pocket of the black jacket he was wearing.

"I'm going to the store. Did you forget that we were neighbors?" Blaire looked over with a sweet smile. "Your place of residence with me is only blocked by two houses. While your shop with the shop owned by my late father was close to each other. Don't you think that's a sign?" The girl turned back to the man who did not respond at all. The man continued walking at a pace that felt so fast to Blaire, that it overwhelmed the girl.

"Why are you walking so fast? Aren't you tired?" asked Blaire gasping.

"You also talk non-stop," the man replied still with a gaze fixed forward.

"I talk a lot because you keep quiet. So, it seemed unbalanced, as if I were the one who was fussy," Blaire protested inadmissibly, though she admitted it in her heart.

"That's the truth. Noisy," replied the gluttonous man.

"Silence is better" the man closed. He stopped in front of his antique shop and took out a key from inside his pocket. While Blaire was still standing not far from him while continuing to pay attention, even when the man had opened the door of the store that was painted black with a patchwork of lights at the top. The lights will go out on their own when it is noon.

"At least you say your name" said Blaire again, leaving the man who was about to re-enter stunned. However, as Blaire expected, the man did not respond at all. He chose to pass.

"Hey, Sir? I'll make you your favorite coffee before you come to my shop. That way, you won't have to wait too long" Blaire exclaimed from outside the door.

"As far as you are" replied the man who had taken off his jacket. For a moment, Blaire was silent to the athletic body shape in a long-sleeved black shirt worn by the man. However, Blaire could not linger over someone who did not care about her at all. He also has a job to do.

After opening the door, as usual Blaire cleaned the place first. After that, he rushed to make the usual coffee ordered by the antique shop owner's man next door. While waiting for the visitor, Blaire picked up the book she had borrowed yesterday. "Seep in Five Minutes," the girl murmured, "it's more entertaining than politics." But before he could read, the man appeared there. Immediately, Blaire picked up the coffee she had made just a moment ago. "It's still hot" he said, handing the coffee to the man.

"Thank you" said the man. He reached into the money from the pocket of his jeans, then placed it next to the coffee that had not been taken. A moment later, the sharp-looking man's tail glanced at the book Blaire was reading. The title tickled and made him scratch his forehead. He then grabbed a cup of coffee that was always his order every day. Without saying anything, the man with the long-sleeved black shirt turned around about to head for the door to the outside.

Blaire, who pretended to read and tried not to care, couldn't let the man pass. I don't know why he was so interested in this guy. In fact, the man more often makes him feel stupid and silly.

The girl closed the book. With a half-bending position, Blaire placed both hands straight on the table as a chest brace. He looked straight ahead, at the strapping body that was about to pass through the exit.

"Are you comfortable with being that way, Mr. Neighbour?" his question suddenly, made the man stunned without looking at him.

"I don't know what's your problem, but I think you're very strange. My friends even thought that you were a spy agent or maybe a dangerous fugitive federal agent" Blaire said again, making the man turn to him immediately.

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