It was terribly cold in London, causing hardly anyone to leave the house. I wouldn't go out either, that would be if I had food at home, and without food I don't live.

                  Passing a group of people, I heard the name that always makes me vibrate: Fredderick Abberline.

                  Fredderick is the inspector in charge of the serial killer case; Jack the Ripper. With so much going on in my mind, I bumped into someone.
                 Afraid to know who I had collided with, I bowed my head and apologized over and over again.

              - All right, miss. Don't you think it's a little late for you?- I lifted my head and caught sight of the inspector, looking at me.

              - It is yes. But I needed this.

              - If you don't mind, can I join you?- His eyebrows arched with curiosity.

             - It depends. If it really is Inspector Abberline, I don't see why not.- I shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

             - Let's go then.

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               We walk side by side, and now seeing it from different angles, I realize that he is a very handsome and kind man.

              - It may seem strange to ask, but... How is the case going?- I asked, looking at him sideways.

              -  Get going. But it's a long way.

              - Absolutely.- From there, we continued talking.

                We stopped in front of the grocery store, and started to say our goodbyes.

              - Thank you for accompanying me. Hope we can see each other around. 

              - You're welcome. I also hope. This little walk made me relax.

               - See you later.- He took my hand, and touched his lips to it.

               - See you later.- And he left.

People only know him as an inspector, I know him as a man.

END...

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