Norman Jayden

The heels of your shoes clicked on the wet asphalt as you ran with a smile on your face from your partner, who jokingly tried to challenge you. You argued about who would get to the bar first. Although you pulled ahead, your pumps rubbed your feet, so you stopped to quickly take them off before Jayden caught up with you. But as soon as you bent down to take off your shoes, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. "Gotcha." The agent was smiling triumphantly, towering over you. With a sigh, you took off your shoes and waved them in front of him without words, as if saying that it was all the fault of the uncomfortable sole. But it seems the man did not understand your look and took your shoes out of your hands like a real gentleman. "Just don't hurt your feet while we're walking. And promise me you'll buy yourself some proper shoes."