Chapter 4: Homeless
"Oi, Jade, you can go now."
I nodded at Eman, an older guy whose job is on the day shift. This average 24/7 convenience store only has a few employees, but during the day, there are more customers compared to at night so he's working with another one.
I glanced around to look for King, but I couldn't find him so I just waved to Eman and went out.
Today was Friday, and I wanted to treat myself to some meat, so I dropped by the supermarket to buy some raw pork meat and a few ingredients. I usually just sleep after I get home, but for some reason, I wanted to cook something delicious today and fill my stomach with some protein.
However, I didn't expect that my plans would be thwarted by these scumbags—
"Hey, the lots of you! Stop staring and move on. Go back home and leave this matter to the NSA!"
What the fuck is he saying? I understand but at the same time, I don't. I'm beginning to get pissed off because the meat I bought in the wet market is losing its freshness, and my thin patience due to lack of sleep was running out from their loud voices.
How dare they do this right in front of my home?
"Hey, you. What the hell are you still standing here for? Go home already."
I glanced at the hand that touched my shoulder, then I slowly looked up behind me. There was a guy whose eyes were slanted a bit, looking rugged with unshaved stubbles, and a bit scary due to his black eyes surrounded with heavy eyebags.
He looks more sleep-deprived than me, to be honest.