CLYVE

THIRTY MINUTES later, I knew a few things about Austen. He seemed to be a cool bloke and didn’t have habits other than painting.

“So, you’ve graduated from Uni with major in English, minor in Arts, but you didn’t have a job other than a dog walker?” It sounded like an insult, and I felt like an arsehole.

He swallowed hard and looked away.

Oh, shit! At least, I’m not alone with a life full of drama.

“Why a dog walker though?” I held the steaming mug tighter, and let the aroma fill my lungs. “Look, I am not judging you, mate. I just wanna know a little bit...