Chapitre 50: Good job.

Ike was whistling as he casually tossed and catch a coin. He was leaning against the wall right next to a door in one of the motel rooms. When he caught the coin, the door suddenly flew open. A smirk turned up on his face, turning his head to look at the man that got out of the room. 

"Who are you?" asked the man, assessing Ike from head to toe.

The only answer the man got was silence and Ike's widening grin.

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"Hmm?" Ike checked himself in front of the large mirror inside the bathroom. He tugged his polo shirt, satisfied with the new shirt he was wearing. He flipped his collar, leaving it a mess before walking out of the restroom.

"Mhmm!!"