Chapitre 842: Truly, Madly, Deeply

Lance's eyes bulged wide open upon feeling that sensation and quickly jerked his hand away.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry! Static," Lance mumbled, settling himself down again while looking at his hand. He shook head slightly, thinking that it was really strange.

Gareth, on the other hand, was stupified.

Static?

Static??

Lance felt it too?

And he called it static??

When their hands touched, Gareth felt like a part of him that had been missing, was filled. It sounded utterly ridiculous but that was what he felt.

A connection.

With a total stranger??

Gareth had already felt something towards that lone figure sitting in the cafe, nursing that cup of coffee like his life depended on it. There was this air of melancholy about him as if he was separated from the rest of the world.

It was that image that struck Gareth, which made him want to know the young man.