There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 118. Homecoming

"Welcome home, hotshot,"

The barista on the morning shift gave her a greeting to Zein when he was ordering his morning coffee--black with one cube of sugar this time, since Radia told him to cut on his sugar consumption.

Also, because he overslept.

When he came out of the tower, the sun was already about to set, even though he felt like he only talked with the deity for a bit.

While he was still trying to adjust to the disparity of time, countless camera flashes started to flood him. It was only thanks to Jock and Lex’s immediate rescue, as well as the administrator’s stern warning to let the Lord’s guest go through, that Zein could reach the car without the hassle of an interview.

When his back touched the leather seat of the helicopter, and he knew he was flying home, Zein finally felt the adrenaline wane and his energy left him. Just like all those times, communicating with the fragment made him feel like experiencing burnout. It sapped his physical as well as mental energy worse than out-of-control Bassena.

He didn’t even remember to ask about how Bassena was faring in the trial.

It was late at night when the helicopter landed on the compound, and Zein walked to the dorm feeling like a zombie. He couldn’t even recall entering his bedroom, and the next moment he came to, he was on his bed, still with the clothes he wore yesterday, and the sky was already bright.

So now, forgoing breakfast, he stood in front of the coffee shop’s counter, waiting for caffeine intake.

"Why are you acting like I was gone for a month or something?" Zein stared at the barista unamused. "It’s just the weekend."

"Yeah, but you’re usually here even on the weekend, so it feels like you’re going away for long," the barista replied.

They were acquaintances already after Zein asked her how to teach him how to operate the coffee machine in his dorm room. She could even tell what Zein would like to order based on the sharpness level of the blue eyes alone.

Suddenly, she smirked and spoke in a lower voice. "Having a nice time, I hear?"

Zein raised his brow slightly. "Hear from who?"

She pressed on her commlink and shoved the screen in front of the guide’s face. "From the net, duh!"

There, Zein could see the images of him and Bassena in the yacht, the esper’s arm around his waist, laughing at something Zein said. He remembered then, how Bassena told him about the many paparazzi around the lake.

It was a good thing that Bassena was more sensible than him, or those people would have the images of them kissing, as well as Zein’s bare face.

"Weekend date, huh? Must be nice," the barista grinned from behind the screen. When Zein just rolled his eyes in response, she laughed heartily. "Everyone has been talking about you since yesterday,"

"Why?"

"Geez, why don’t you open the news every once in a while?" she sighed exasperatedly. "Because of the thing in the tower, of course!"

"...ah," Zein responded belatedly.

So that was why people were staring at him harder than usual, even old man Dan at the dorm. He thought it was just because he was running late...

"Ah," the barista repeated Zein’s response with a mocking tone, while placing the guide’s order on the counter. "You, Sir, are lacking too much self-awareness."

Taking the coffee cup, Zein just smirked as he replied nonchalantly. "Good morning to you too."

He bit into an energy bar while waiting for the coffee to get warm, wondering if he should order some sandwiches to be sent to his office, or just grab some snacks from the guide lounge. He basically skipped a whole day of meals because of yesterday’s affair.

...probably should skip the coffee too.

"Well, well, well," the familiar voice of the Chief Guide welcomed him in the seventh-floor lobby. "Behold--the talk of the federation,"

Nah--he definitely needed the coffee.

Raising his brow, Zein responded simply. "Jealous?"

"Not in a million years," Abel smirked, holding up his palms in disgust. It was funny how the two executives of the Guide Division in Trinity, which was known for their many involvements in showbiz, were a pair of media-allergic people.

Zein scoffed before chugging on his coffee while eyeing the candies inside the jar atop the front desk’s counter. Just a little bit of sugar...should be okay, right? He’d just drink mineral water with his meals later.

Abel tilted his head to observe Zein, who was reaching out for the candy jar. "You looked tired."

"Haven’t eaten since yesterday..." Zein was about to put his fingers inside the jar when his commlink beeped in a special tone he set only for two people--but since one of them should be unavailable now, it meant only one person might trigger that tone.

Zein almost cursed because of it. "How does he know?" he grumbled, retreating his hand from the jar while looking at his commlink. "Hmm..."