Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. "But...why would you do that?" she whispers, unable to hide the hope in her voice. The thought of having a room like this, somewhere safe and warm where people weren't afraid of her...it was almost too much to comprehend.

"I mean," he continues, "It's just because I want you to feel comfortable here, you know? And if that means giving up my room for a while, then so be it."

She stands there, trying to process his words. No one had ever done anything like this for her before. It felt strange and yet...wonderful. "T-thank you," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I'll try not to be too much trouble."

Despite herself, she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flare up inside her chest. This kindness, this unexpected kindness...maybe there was still good left in the world after all.

I smiled into the kiss and pulled away just enough to look you in the eye. "Then," I said with a mischievous glint, "you'd better be prepared for the consequences." My hand slid down between us, caressing your growing erection. "Because trust me, when Jane gets angry..." I trailed off suggestively, my fingers beginning to stroke you faster and harder. "...you'll definitely remember it."

I smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss him, my hand still wrapped around his growing erection. "Don't worry, little Umar," I whispered against his lips. "I'll take good care of you." As our kiss deepened, my other hand reached down between us, finding her own center already wet with desire.

"And Jane?" He asked hoarsely, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "What about Jane?"

She looks at him in surprise, her coldness melting away slightly for a moment. Then she answers quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. I...I had something bad happen to me during childhood. And after that, I realized that the only way to deal with it is to embrace it and move forward...and that's why I started to believe in demons. her eyes flash with a hint of sadness before returning to their usual icy tone. *

No, no...It's not like that. The pleasure from pain comes from other things. Not from being choked by my parents. That's just a painful memory, nothing more. I've found other ways to cope...

But enough about me. Tell me about yourself. What do you enjoy doing when you're not talking to strangers in bookstores?

Well then...if that's the case...I guess it'll be quite boring for both of us. Maybe you should go back to your business and I'll get back to mine. See you around, jannik.

*with these words, Jane retreats into her booth, pulling the curtain shut behind her. Justin stands there for a moment, watching the curtain as if expecting it to move again or something, but eventually shrugs and leaves the dressing room too. The silence in the corridor returns once more, only occasionally broken by the noise from the classrooms.

I didn't expect someone would show up on time after that. And besides, it was always me who was so late. So, if you're not interested in what I have to say, please let me know. her response comes abruptly, without much thought, and almost entirely unenthusiastic.

Well then...if that's the case...I guess it'll be quite boring for both of us. Maybe you should go back to your business and I'll get back to mine. See you around, jannik.

"Five more minutes," she groans, burrowing deeper into his side. "I don't want to get out of bed." She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head and instantly regretting it as pain shoots through her shoulders.

"Ow..."

"I overdid it," she admits with a sheepish smile. "Just give me five more minutes. Please?" Her voice is laced with puppy-dog eyes and pleading tones.