Sarah wandered into the novel area and began to look carefully at the bookshelves and tables. This is her favorite bookstore, and her favorite is the form recommended by the staff. She found many of her favorite books on these tables.
She picked up two interesting novels and sat in a chair in the corner.
"Are you following me?" a voice said.
Sarah raised her head. Standing in front of her was the blue-eyed boy in the cafe.
Sarah blushed.
"No," she said. "Are you following me?"
"I believe I was the first to be here," he held up his signed version of "Genius and Madness," Nikola Tesla. "But if I am, can you blame me?"
The blush on Sarah's face deepened. She held back the fuck who pressed her hand on her hot cheek.
He sat on the chair next to her, "I am Adam and you are not Jennifer."
"Sarah," she said.
"Sarah." Hebrew, "he said." It means princess. very good. I like this. "
"Where is your friend?"
Adam shrugged. "Not that kind of nerd."
"Are you a nerd?" Sarah said.
"Of course, can't I see it?"
"Where are your friends? You are alone here, you are alone in the cafe. A girl like you must have many friends."
Sarah shrugged, "Pass the time. I can't go home yet."
"What's that?" Adam said, pointing to the open book in her hand. She handed him the book.
"House of Joy" by Edith Wharton. Classic," he said. "You will like it. "
"you have seen?"
"Of course," he said. "This is one of the 100 most important novels of all time. I have been reading in my own way."
"Really?" she said. "I am very impressed."
"I am an impressive person," he said. He took a coin from his pocket. He showed her the coin, and then his hand flashed and the coin disappeared. There was another flash, and the coin appeared again. "How is it? The ladies are all impressed by their slender hands."
Sarah smiled, "Really? What lady?"
"It's just some people who like to play cards," he smiled jokingly. Sarah also laughed. When he laughs, it's hard not to smile, just like his laugh, it's easy to convey.
"What else can you do?" she asked.
Adam blew a long thoughtful breath from his mouth. "A lot. I believe we can find something that impresses you. Except for my literacy. Would you like me to start a list?"
"Ha!" she said.
"You smile beautifully," he said. "Has anyone told you?"
"Yes," Sarah said. She raised her left hand and pointed at her engagement ring. "My Fiance"
"He is right," Adam said. Sarah looked at the disappointed look in his eyes, but there was no disappointment. She must have read the situation wrong. "Mind if I sit here for a while?" He said, "I have some homework to do."
"I don't mind at all," she said. She turned to read.
He took out the book from the backpack beside the chair.
"I would love to hear what you think of the protagonist Lily Bart in your book," he said before turning his attention to studying.
Sarah looked at him. He is lying on a textbook with his legs crossed and an ankle on the other knee. He pulled the hair away from his face and rubbed his chin. There is a beautiful self-confidence in him. Every action, even the most mundane action like turning a page, is smooth and confident. He looks like the male protagonist in the movie and has an elegant manner.
She watched him for too long. She didn't realize that she was staring at him until he lifted his head from the book and squinted, attracting her attention. She squinted her eyes and read the book. She lifted the book to cover up the blush on her face.
They sat quietly and amicably until the bookstore closed. Adam studied hard. Sarah Reid.
"What should I do now?" Adam said when they were about to leave.
Sarah didn't know. She made a call at home, Bruce's cell phone, and Chen's cell phone, but no one answered. She thought she shouldn't go back until she got all the purge, but she didn't know where she could go now.
She has friends who live on campus. She also called them, but no one answered. If she can reach the school, someone will let her live in the dormitory, and she can stay on the sofa in the common room until she finds someone. She didn't know if the bus came so late, it must be a bit late, but she still has to try.
"Shall I take you for a ride?" Adam asked.
"I want to take the bus," she said.
"Are they open so late?" It was as if he had pulled the thoughts out of her head.
"I have no idea."
"Let me give you a ride. I don't mind."
Sarah accepted. Another option is to stand at the bus stop in the freezing rain and wait for a bus that may never come.
She followed Adam into his car. He opened the door of the passenger seat and helped her open the door when she climbed into the car. He closed the car door behind her, went around the front of the car, and got into the driver's seat. He turned on the heating to maximum.
"Where to go?" he asked.
Sarah showed them the way, and Adam drove.
In Sarah’s driving route, Adam asked many questions about Seattle. He had just moved here at that time and was studying for a master's degree in education at the University of Washington. He wants to be an English professor, which explains his in-depth knowledge of Joy House. Sarah couldn't remember the last novel that Bruce had read. In fact, she didn't see him read anything except technical manuals, science, medical magazines, and newspapers. will never.
Adam told Sarah that his uncle lives in the city center and he lives with his uncle. His uncle travels a lot, so he spends most of his time alone in his uncle’s apartment, which is good, but he also feels lonely. He asked Sarah for advice on restaurants and things to do. She is happy to help.
Adam drove through the main entrance of the Northwestern College of Natural Sciences. He crossed the narrow streets of the campus and stopped in front of the dormitory that Sarah directed.
"Thank you," Sarah said.
"I will send you up," Adam said.
"You don't have to do this," she said, but Adam stopped the car and got out of the car.
"This is where you live?"
"No," Sarah said, "I have friends who do this. I want to stay with them tonight."
The door of the dormitory was locked at 10pm, and then a key card was required to enter. Sarah rang the doorbell of her friend's dormitory, but no one answered it.
"I'll just wait here until someone comes over with a card," Sarah said. "It's no big deal. Thank you again for sending me back."
"Do you want me to keep you here?" Adam looked around. Since they drove into the campus, they have not seen a single person. Although the campus is always bustling day and night, it is unusually deserted. There is no doubt that freezing rain keeps everyone at home.
"Yes," Sarah said. "It's no big deal, really."
Adam arched his shoulders under the pouring rain.
"Are you sure?" he said.
"Of course," she said.
"Can I take you to other places?" he asked.
"Really, it doesn't matter."
"Where do you live?"
"I rent an apartment off campus, but I can't go tonight."
"Why not?" Adam asked.
Sarah shrugged, "I just can't. Adam, it's great that you can bring me here. I'll be fine. Someone will come anytime."
Adam shuffled his feet. At this time, they were all drenched, and Adam was not wearing winter clothes.
"What about your fiance?" he asked.
"He is very busy," she said.
"Is it okay for him to leave you here alone?" he asked.
Sarah did not answer.
"Well, neither am I," Adam said. "Come on." He waved her to follow him. "Come on," he said again.
Sarah hesitated.
"Either you go with me, or the two of us will stand in the rain, waiting for someone to come, or we will wait to drown. Whichever comes first. I bet the money on the drowning person," he said.
Sarah followed him back to the car.
Adam drove them to the city center. His uncle's attic was rebuilt in an old warehouse in Belltown. The porter greeted Adam and said, "Good evening, Mr. Beaumont."
"Hey," Adam answered.
The elevator stopped on the first floor, and when Adam pressed the call button, the elevator opened immediately.
"You first please," he said. He followed Sarah into the elevator.
Sarah fidgeted pulling on the zipper of her coat and the strap of her backpack. Adam pretended not to notice. He inserts a key into the numbered floor selection panel and presses the p button. He stood quite far away from her and watched the number on the floor indicator near the elevator ceiling rise. The elevator opened and entered the apartment directly. Sarah took a breath and walked into Adam's temporary residence.
"What is this, isn't it? Uncle Taylor is very rich."
Uncle Taylor is indeed very rich. Sarah has never seen such a warm home. The walls are made of bare bricks. The ceiling is at least thirteen feet high, and the thick rustic wood extends from one side of the large room to the other. If the height of the roof is thirteen feet, then the windows are at least 10 feet high and the width is about the same, you can see the magnificent Elliott Bay.
Everything is perfect, from leather furniture, to shiny cherry wood floors, to gourmet kitchens equipped with professional stainless steel kitchenware.
It's almost perfect. This is a perfect interior decoration magazine.
There are pictures and oil paintings hanging on the walls. The knick-knacks and knick-knacks are arranged very cleverly. There are some personal belongings inside, but they all seem to be placed carefully. Nothing gives the impression of being used, seated, or cooked. Everything seems to be brand new and has not been touched. The only evidence of someone living there is a dirty glass and dishes placed on the counter next to the kitchen sink, waiting to be washed in the dishwasher.
"Aren't you kidding me," Sarah said. "What does he do?"
Adam shrugged, "Family affairs. Make a lot of money. Big country. The soul of a big age sucks. This kind of work is harmful to the family. Just ask my dad. He had a child and three heart attacks, and finally had to retire. .Uncle Taylor has no children, only expensive interior designers. Those are better. Less disappointed," he said. "I decided not to participate in the family business, so I was just disappointed," he added. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)