JULIA
Dean Jones.
He looked to be a doctor now. A resident, maybe? So, it seemed that he actually got to fulfill his parents’ dream.
My hands started shaking, and Andy was quickly alarmed. He looked at the man in front of us and glared.
However, Dean merely chuckled, raising his hand to ruffle his hair.
I stepped back before he could touch Andy.
“Woah,” Dean said, raising his hands in surrender. “Feisty now, are we?”
I pursed my lips and looked around. “We better go,” I muttered, turning around to leave him.
But then, he walked in front of us, the smell of the smoke from his cigarette wafting over us. Andy began to cough, and I quickly took out my handkerchief to cover his mouth.
“Hold onto it, bub,” I whispered.
Andy nodded and breathed through the handkerchief.
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