Jacob was eating his third ice-cream. He had cream all over his face. I won't like... he looks like... a kid.
"You like eating ice-cream, don't you? Ah, who am I kidding? Everyone likes ice-cream," I grabbed some tissues and handed him, "Jacob, where are your parents?"
Jacob flinched at my words. He lowered his head and didn't say anything. With a sad voice, he whispered, "I don't know." His voice was unsure as if he didn't know the answer.
"Sorry, about the question," I apologized.
"It's fine," replied Jacob.
"The woman has told us everything we needed to know," said a very familiar voice. I guess, it was right to call Lindy even with all the awkwardness around us. At first, I thought she wouldn't answer my phone after everything that had occurred between us. But astonishingly, she answered.
