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“Great, another hour on this subway with all these people remembering me,” Elle angrily said to herself as she angrily glanced at the half-filled subway car then back at her shoes.
“Who does he think he is predicting a thing like that?” she angrily Continue reading Chapter 12: Pressure (8/8)
The entire 70 minutes of Elle’s driving consisted of JZ tightly holding on to his car door’s handle and the seat. When she parked it in the parking garage, she said in a low and tense tone, “Bring me my clothes to work tomorrow and I’ll bring yours.” She grabbed her purse and angrily walked with her fists clenched.
They arrived at JZ’s costume makers’ office 35 minutes later.
“How are you feeling?” JZ kindly asked after parking the car.
“I need to go to the restroom and I need to drink more water,” she responded, hoping he would get the message.
They left the restaurant parking lot. “Where are we going?” Elle asked calmly.
“We are going to get your hair done,” he replied simply.
“What’s wrong with my hair? You don’t like my hair?”
“Uh oh,” he thought and quickly said, “Nothing is wrong with your hair. Of course I like your hair.”
“Then why are we going there?”
He took a risk.
“Where are you taking me?” Elle asked curiously.
“Just wait,” JZ replied simply with a slight smile.
“You’ve been driving for 10 minutes. What secret do you have?” she asked curiously.
“We’re almost there,” he simply said with a slightly bigger smile.
JZ was carrying Elle on his back when they walked up the stairs to his costume makers’ office. Elle was surprised to hear an Englishman’s voice. She whispered, “Is there a British person in there?” He looked at her and nodded.
He knocked. “Come in!” a female voice said in Mandarin.
They entered the extremely messy “office.” “Hey!” everyone said cheerfully. JZ let Elle down and closed the door. “What happened to your face?” asked with surprise by the tall and slender Chinese woman.