He was the son of my mother's friend. You spoke very very rarely. You knew he wasn't a very good boy. He smoked, went to clubs often. One day, a mom's friend and her son come to visit you. You were sitting in the kitchen with your mom then. You were sitting at your desk and looking at something on your phone. and your mom was cooking. Jinky and his mom enter the kitchen. He looked at you and grinned "Hello, mouse." He said and sat down next to you and lightly slapped his palm on your leg