She stopped, and turned as they passed her by slowly. Charles, who was looking around at the extravagant lights used on the ceiling, happened to turn, and caught sight of Mrs. Lincoln staring at him. She squinted her eyes further, but he turned his face away slowly. “Sorry, Simon. I need to use the restroom.” He lied, looking around frantically. “Do you really need to go? Let's make it back to the lawn first. The restroom is a little far away from here. I would not like to return.” “Then, when do I get to use the restroom? When? If we go back to the lawn, then the restroom would become even farther. Do I really have to wait? It's killing me like crazy. I have to go.” He whispered, holding on to Simon's arm. “Are you serious? Why didn't you know you wanted to use the restroom when we were walking past it?” Simon snapped, jerking Charles' hands off him. “I didn't know it was a restroom.” Charles snapped back, and Simon glared at him. “Follow me.” He said, and turned around, grumbling. Then, he caught sight of Mrs. Lincoln. “Good day ma'am.” He greeted, suddenly sounding light, cheerful, and happy. “Good day. Well done. I get you're returning to work?” She asked, and both he, and Charles nodded. “Yes, ma'am. We are.” Simon replied. “Do I know you so… Sorry, are you okay?” She asked Charles, who squeezed up his face, and was bent slightly. “Yes, ma'am. I'm…” He was saying, but stopped himself. He didn't want a case where she recognized his voice. “Oh my. I'm so sorry. My colleague needs to use the restroom. It's very urgent.” Simon said with a bow. “Oh.” Mrs. Lincoln let out softly, and watched Simon push Charles back the way they had come. “Why do I feel I've seen his face somewhere?” She asked herself, tilting her head slightly. “Anyways, let's go.” She said, and they began to walk away. “Here.” Simon said when they finally got to the restroom. Charles rushed in, and got into a stall, then sat down. “Did she recognize me?” He asked himself in a low voice, then took in a deep breath. “She didn't think something was off, did she? I acted perfectly.” He continued, then hit his thigh hard with his fist. Why had he not been even more careful? She had squinted her eyes, so he was sure she was trying to remember where she had seen him. And that was bad because even the blurriest photo of Charles might have her linking the face to that of the lawn mower she had seen. Since he was working in the company, it would only be too easy for her to ask to see him. “What have you been doing in there, all day? Don't you know we have work to do?” He suddenly heard Simon snap, and he turned the handle of the water closet, waited a few seconds, then walked out. “Thank you.” He said, making his way to the sink. “Why did it take you so long?” Simon asked, and Charles furrowed his brows. “I don't think it took that long. I got in just now.” He replied, washing his hands. “Yes, it did. You took five minutes, in there.” “Now, that's an exaggeration.” Charles replied, raising a brow. “We could have found a way to talk to Mrs. Lincoln. Who knows? Maybe she'll just like one of us, and then, bam! A promotion.” Simon grumbled, as he walked out of the restroom, and Charles watched him go, before shaking his head. They walked back to the lawn, and thankfully, they didn't run into anyone else on their way. Now, back to mowing. I'll use the grass shears for the edges since you're terrible at them, and you can just use the lawn mower.” Simon said, handing the lawn mower to Charles. Charles accepted it gratefully, since it was better, and began to push the lawn mower, but even with that, he still got a little scolded. “See why you must be a runaway kid, uh? You're mowing the wrong way! You have to be careful with that too!” ~ By the time Vera got some proper food for Charles, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his finger effortlessly. “It's probably hard.” She muttered. They were buildings away from the company where Vera had come to pick Charles. “They really overwork these men. You wouldn't believe a lawn mower, taking on the job of a topiarist, and Simon doesn't even know. He's asked to trim, and shape rose bushes, and flowers, and grasses, and he's still mowing the lawn. The guy thinks it's all part of the lawn mowing business, and that is just so unfair.” Charles said, leaning back in his seat. “Really? That is not cool, but it's to our advantage.” “I learned from Simon that they sometimes dock the pay without reason, and delay salary payments.” Charles added, and Vera's jaw fell. She sat upright immediately, facing Charles. “They dock salaries without reason? Ha. I'd sue the damn company!” “It's not that easy. The company can easily find wrongdoings to frame them up with, and those poor people wouldn't be able to defend themselves. They can't do anything, so they are forced to accept it.” Charles explained, then stretched out his hand. “What?” Vera asked. “I'm starving.” He replied. “Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot.” Vera said, handing out the bag she ought to have given him ever since she got into the car. “Thanks.” Charles replied, and took the ham sandwich he had ordered, from her. “You're welcome.” “Is there Arugula, and Peso Mayo in it?” He asked, taking it out of the bag. “Yes, there is.” She replied, and watched Charles bite into it deliciously. “Hm. Hmm.” He murmured, and gave her his thumb. “I'm glad you like it. I wanted to order initially after roaming around the place, but luckily, I stumbled on a restaurant with great aromas bursting out its windows.” She replied, placing her hands on the steering wheel. “Should we go now?” Vera asked, getting ready to drive. “Wait.” Charles suddenly said, staring hard at a girl who passed. Then he dropped the ham sandwich on Vera's lap, and got out of the car. “Charles!" Vera called, taken aback. But Charles could no longer listen. He had seen someone he wasn't supposed to see. Angela.