I walk downstairs to the sound of voices almost whispering, I stop behind the wall, making sure not to be seen.

"We haven't found him yet, his gone into hiding," I hear E say, who?

"What about the kid?" Cayden asks, his voice sounding very neutral, there's none of that soft or amusing tone he uses with me... Kid?

"Still the same, unknown," this time Nice says.

"You can come out now," I hear Coconut say, you can come out now?

Who can come out now?

I wait for them to continue, in hopes of getting more random information but all I get is silence, why are they quite?

Oh

I peek out from behind the wall, only to find them all turned towards the wall, Cayden was staring at me with a raised brow, I give him a sweet smile and come out from behind the wall, not really taking into account how over the edge he looked.

"You really shouldn't be eavesdrop on people's private conversation," E warns, but there really isn't any hostility to his tone.

I shrug, "it's my house," I walk around towards the couch, noticing a bunch of tools on the table, "what's all that?" I point.

Max quickly starts tidying up, while Smirks does what his name says, smirks and decides to be funny, "it's his flossing kit,"

"Ha ha. So anyway what were you guys talking about?" I try my luck, maybe they'll involve me in the gossip.

Obviously I got nothing, I watch as Max cleans the table up, something slipping out without being nosy, I walk towards the paper, bending down to pick the paper up, flipping it around in the process.

It was a picture of a middle-aged man, he looked a little familiar, especially the deep scar that went from under his eye to his jaw. Ouch.

"You dropped this," I hold it out for Max, still staring at the picture, trying to remember where I saw him.

"Thanks," I hear him say, while he takes the picture.

"I'm sure I saw him somewhere," I mumble, is he a customer? Maybe I saw him on a tv advert, oh the one with the toilet paper? No, a documentary-

"What?" Cayden suddenly says, that weirdly scary tone back, I snap my head towards him, he continues, "what did you say?"

I give him a confused look, repeating myself, "I just said he looked familiar, feel like I saw him somewhere, who is he anyway?"

Cayden stands up, walking towards me, standing in front of me, this determined look of his face, "when? Are you sure it's that guy?" He snatches the paper from Max's hand, pointing at the man, "was it him? Did he have a scar on his cheek? Melody, look at the picture! Was it this guy?"

"Cayden," Nice calls, but Cayden just shakes him off, still staring at me.

"I mean, I'm not sure but-" I try and say, avoiding eye contact at this point, what's wrong with him?

I finally look up at him, kinda wishing I didn't because then I wouldn't have seen that look of disappointment of his face as he shakes his head at me, "you're not sure? If you're not sure, why would you say that?" He turns around, walking out the room.

I stood there frozen, I wasn't really sure what just happened, I was confused. I looked around the room to find the others with expressionless faces as they looked away from me.

"What just happened?" I decided to voice out.

E shakes his head at me, "just let him cool off,"

Knowing that these lots weren't probably going to tell me anything, I decide to get answers myself, ignoring Nice calling me out, I decided to seek out Cayden myself.

I find him in the kitchen, he was leaning against the counter, his head in his hands as he looked down, almost like there was something weighing him down. This is a completely different side of Cayden then I was used to and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to face this Cayden.

I walk towards him, stopping to lean against the opposite counter, after a few seconds I decide to finally break the silence, "erm, I'm sorry about that, I mean I don't really know what I'm apologising for but, I seem to have upset you, so..."

He sighs, "it's okay, I did overreact a little,"

Once again I decided to try my luck, "does he have something to do with your whole situation?"

His eyes were still cast down while he lets out a humourless laugh, "you could say that,"

We fall into silence again, I wasn't sure if I could ask more or what to ask that didn't seem too invasive.

"Why did you continue visiting? Even after James started coming to your bakery," Cayden suddenly asks, completely taking me by surprise as he looks up at me with a piercing gaze.

I shrug, trying to make it seem like it wasn't anything important, "I felt bad, made me feel like I was abandoning you and I know it's not that deep or we're that close, but it still felt important to me," I know how it feels when someone leaves without saying anything, so I really wouldn't want anyone else to feel like that, even if we happen to be strangers.

"I would still visit Romero if I could," I comment, I missed that old guy, but I told him I wouldn't.

Wait? Visits...

Cayden's piercing gaze softens, as he tilts his head to the side, "you're a good person, Melody," Cayden suddenly comments, putting a pause to my train of thoughts.

My brows furrow as a confused smile makes way onto my face, "erm thanks, you're not to bad yourself,"

He finally smiles and shakes his head at me, "I really should've stopped you from visiting me,"

I gasp, offended, "hey! You loved my company-wait visits!"

Cayden looks taken back by my sudden outburst, "What?"

My eyes widen as I finally get my light bulb moment, "Cayden the man from the picture! I know where I saw him, the visits! I remember because he was always sat in his car whenever I came to see you," he was one strange man, he'd sit in his car, a cigar between his lips and that deep scar on the left cheek.

I was talking to myself while I walked in, thinking about how I was going to get Cayden to finally bond with me, I know there was no need, I could just sit there and stare at James and Cayden would not care. But, it felt wrong, we should at least try and be proper acquaintances.

I started to cough when my lungs felt like they were being suffocated, searching for the cause I turn to my right, to find a scary looking man sat in his car, a cigar between his lips.

My eyes widen at the scar on his cheeks, geez that looks painful. He had a scorpion tattoo his neck, receding into his tee-shirt, not gonna lie that tattoo was kinda ugly.

He probably noticed or felt me staring because he turned towards me, this calculating look in his eye, I glared in return and turned around, walking inside.

I look up at Cayden, that determined spark returns to his eyes as he smirks, "well, let's go get that son a bitch,"

Excuse me? We're getting who now?

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