After succeeding shooting The President of the Germany, Eddie smoothly and classically packed and left the building driving away in public parking lot, he left the car there and walked outside holding his suitcase to the nearby bookshop to play it cool as he shuffled through the books, he secretly pressed the button on a remote in his pants that burnt down the car, km's away to destroy the evidences. Standing tall with his long blazer hung down on his six feets tall leany muscular body, he go through the pages of the book that seem to caught his attention.... 'A story of Yesterday' as he read the epilogue, the news of president being shot dead was telecasted on the old tv hanging up on the wall of cash counter, made his lips curl in small smirk as he wore his round specs. When he heard a soft feminine scoff, "Literally nobody gives a fuck about you duh"

He frowned hearing the statement from a young redhead besides him, he turned his neck besides him to watch her and saw her already standing with bundle of books....Classics. I looked away when she looked at me, then looking at my book, "Boring"

I raised my brows in questioning manner at her and finnally after straight two days of not speaking a deep grumble of my voice rolled off, "Excuse me?"