Jessica arrived. I saw her entering and there was no exchange of secret information between them. The operation was a success. Now I know I'll get the truth. I walked over to her with the utmost manners and asked her where Philly had gone to, when, and with whom.
She said she had no idea and that she hadn't asked her any of those questions.
I went back to the bar, and the American faggot was trying to psych these two Belgian girls with witty smiles while making cocktails. Suddenly a small and cute Costa Rican guy came to the bar, took all the boxes of unwashed glasses and left.
That's my guy. I knew it. Not only does he for sure know the truth, he's the only one that will reveal it to me. I chased him, trying to seem like I was not chasing him. I'm still an Israeli and can't be perceive
