Never Sweet Truth

The next day, Einer went to see Oscar.

"I thought you really wanted to come back to work here, Einer?" Upon entering the room, Einer was immediately greeted with a witty question from Oscar. "Are you really sick of serving that young lady who is going to die soon?"

Einer did not respond, he continued to enter the room where Oscar was staying and sat on the wooden chair in the corner of the room. He sat his butt down with all the tiredness he carried, then sighed heavily as if he had just carried steel all the way.

What Einer was doing; how he looked when he visited, might just make Oscar tingle. So the shirtless man laughed in front of Einer.

"Looks like that plaster on your forehead told me," Oscar said, noticing the plaster on Einer's forehead while the master just looked the other way.

Einer didn't say anything, he sat still and quiet as Oscar put on his clothes and went to order coffee downstairs. After Oscar returned, Einer was still sitting in his place while smoking a cigarette
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