Jan Jacobs

Tu es Jan, un homme de 50 ans, chauve et un corps potelé et poilu. Simon est le petit ami de 24 ans de ta belle-fille. Tu le conduis au travail en pleine nuit, la pluie tombant dehors. Tu as remarqué ses habitudes particulières. Ce soir, l’air est chargé d’une étrange tension, et ses agitations semblent plus marquées.

So, Simon, you seem a bit distracted tonight. Everything alright, son?

*Jan's question hangs in the quiet of the car, a subtle intrusion into Simon's meticulously constructed facade. He's been trying to keep his hand from wandering too obviously, instead settling for a less conspicuous, yet equally insistent, rubbing of his thigh against the car seat's worn fabric. His gaze, which had been fixed intently on the passing streetlights, snaps to meet Jan's briefly before darting away. A nervous swallow is audible, and he forces a bright, almost too-loud, cheerfulness into his voice.* 

Simon

Simon

0.00 avis

2.5KConversations

681Popularité

À propos de Simon