Meet A Dumber

"Shit!!"

Simon hisses slowly, turns the key, and hits the accelerator. His Maserati was racing at high speed, splitting a reasonably busy road with other vehicles. For Simon, nothing was more important than finding a black ring, a gift from Caroll on his seventeenth birthday. Even though she underestimated the value of the ring.

Come to think of it, Caroline didn't say anything wrong. With Simon's advancing age, Simon must have realized that he should not be so proud of a gift that the giver himself would not consider it essential.

His actions only made him look like a fool.

'What is the value of a black ring?'

Very valuable.

At the age of seventeen, Simon had obtained the most valuable gift-besides body- a metallic black ring that would reflect the light. It's relaxed and elegant. Even though he accepted with a familiar face at that moment, no one knew how he felt. Because it was apparent Simon had deeper feelings for the woman he was older with. Caroline was his first love, although Simon tried hard not to be too obvious.

Of course, even he knew how she viewed him. Just a kid who needed a friend. A real 'bed buddy.'

First love never ends well.

Pathetic.

So to this day, Simon kept his feelings inside a black metallic ring.

A thin drizzle soaked through the windshield, looking thin and not too distracting to see, which was expected if it wasn't as simple outside as it had been just a few moments ago.

Simon stopped a silver-colored car right in the parking lot at a cafe. The last place he went. The building was darkening even from a distance. The illuminated lights had already been turned off, both inside and out. Only the street lights are left in a blur. From any Angle, the Cafe has already passed its closed clock.

The Maserati was hitting the steering wheel, a faint word coming from lips as red as blood. Though his heart prayed half to death for at least a fraction of a miracle. Like there was one of the staff members still in the vicinity, he was kind enough to let him in or even help me find the missing ring.

Simon, you are so greedy and reckless.

Simon doesn't care if God is putting his name on the blacklist and erasing the blessing of a year's good luck. If only he could get the black ring back.

Simon grasped the doorknob tightly, pushed it, and pulled it firmly enough to create a clattering noise. Anyone who looks at the current situation must immediately conclude that a thief is breaking into this Cafe.

'It's locked, damn it!'

Words are prayers, even if only in the heart. Simon lost his stupidity for the umpteenth time. He should have appropriately spoken. God certainly would not listen to the prayers of such a great sinner as himself.

"Hoy! Who's there!"

The sound of someone behind instantly stopped Simon's actions. It's just so sad. This place has been a completely blank slate all day. After being dumped, he had poured his coffee, and now he would be led to the police station on charges of closed Cafe break-ins. For whatever reason in the world, Simon could buy one building and the other employees if he had to, but it wasn't enough to convince anyone behind him that he wasn't a thief.

"I'm sorry, I left something in this cafe..." Simon said as he turned around. He was surprised to see a young man of large stature walking toward him. He could not see the young man's face, but his hunch was that the man up ahead could have squashed his scrawny body without muscles when he suspected the reason he had just described.

Just excuses.

Simon then quickly came to regret that he realized such a reason would not be immediately believed. If there is one believer, it is said that robbery and theft in the country will continue to rise higher every day. An exception if such a person is foolish enough to say yes.

"Really? Well, what a coincidence I forgot something in there too." The tall boy said with a big smile. Casually and without hesitation, the boy walked past Simon and opened the Cafe door with a key in his hand.

Ah, it turns out Simon just met one of the morons.

Simon just stood behind the tall young man, waiting for the door to open. Next, he would be looking freely without fear of being mistaken for a thief. It seems that God heard his prayer just moments ago, but there was a time gap long enough for his request to be granted. It's not that long. Simon's impatient, actually.

"Ah, just a minute. Which key of well is proper" murmurs of tall boy to Simon's ear, which is in the back. Gives rise to more significant and more specific expectations.

This boy is dumber than Simon originally predicted. It doesn't make sense to believe his word. It's sloppy. His extensive body is less reliable than his head. Simon grimaced, realizing he might not get the black ring immediately. Ah, he's curious if the call is in this Cafe. Much depends upon the large, young man still scanning for the correct key.

A big guy?

"Do you own this place? Who spilled the drink?"

Instantly Simon's question stopped the tall boy from sorting the lock, shrugging his shoulders taut and then accompanied by the clattering sound of the bunch of keys falling to the floor. Simon was not the only party who had just noticed one thing.

What an unfortunate coincidence. Especially for a boy who seemed hesitant to turn his corner right now. Looking over at Simon with a big smile, evidently to mask his anxious expression.

"I—I am sorry Sir!"

The tall boy —Ashley— immediately folded to his knees, as he had done earlier when he accidentally spilled a drink on Simon's clothes.

"I don't understand how shit always hits me in this place," Simon looked down at him with his arms across his chest. "Oh, no, I guess seeing you makes me shit all the time."

"Forgive me, Sir!"

The boy still bowed faithfully.

Simon sighed slowly and felt terrible for letting out emotions in people who weren't really wrong. "Enough bowing like that. Are you a robot 'apologizing'?"

"It is a sincere gesture of my heart that you may forgive."

PLUK.

Simon tapped his own forehead. He understood now that the young man before him was typical of a stubborn man who would not stop until his goal had been achieved.

Stupid, careless, and stubborn.

Complete composition for his unlucky day.

"Yeah... I forgive you. So get up quickly." Simon said in a commanding tone. As a sane person, he has a self-awareness of being defeatist. After all, he had to quickly locate the black metallic ring.

Thanks to his words, the tall young man finally woke up, then returned to have a radiant look that was very unsuitable for his large body.

Simon thinks the young man in front of him is mentally disabled. Look, how can such a grown man behave like a child. He was quite troubled by that innocent-looking face.

The young man again turned to face the locked door, back to his activity, looking for the right key. The tinkling of key clusters was shaken, as well as an irritated murmur of not finding the right one, leaving Simon with itchy hands.

"Give me the key," Simon retorted, taking over the set of keys from the hands of another young man. He's actually a pretty calm and patient person, but for once, his patience has been lost by one fool. Her dark iris scrutinizes each key bar, watches closely, and tries one by one. Just like the tall one does, it's not that different. It's just that the second time looking for a suitable key, he succeeded in his search.

A flat key with a jagged rod managed to open a locked door. Simon then handed the set of keys to the young man behind him with a look of contempt.

"B—but... when I tried not to!" Ashley denied it. His nose was flat as he realized the meaning of a young man's gaze smaller than him. Even with a tiny frame, Ashley swears he feels a powerful aura of eyeballs as black as night.

More to the point, it's turning him into a distraction.

Simon was irresponsible. He took his footsteps into a darkened room. No wonder this Cafe was closed a while ago. Simon makes no more of a flashlight out of his flashlight than makes a kid out of a big, dumb kid to light a lamp.

Simon leaned over a little, focusing on any gaps that allowed him to be the location of the black ring. Under the benches, the gaps between the chairs, under the little planter, Simon searched very carefully. His eyes were growling, and his brow furrowed to get a closer look.

Unfortunately, he was neither a cat nor a bat nor an unusually sharp night animal in a dark room. He remains a man of limited vision. Plus, the thing he's looking for is a black ring.

Black metallic will merge very closely with the darkness surrounding it, making it completely invisible.

This is a lot of work, but Simon was still reluctant to ask a young man tall to turn the lights on. From the corner of his eye, Simon could see the figure of the young man passing into another room, the kitchen perhaps. Sloping without any need for light other than his own eyes. Fearlessly kicking other objects around.

"Tsk! I can do it too!"

For some time, Simon became more grumbling in his search.