Chapter 93 - 92: Saved by a Stranger—Or Not
Suddenly, looking at his reflection in the glass window beside him, he realized he looked completely out of sorts right now—bloodshot eyes, deep dark circles sunk under them, unkempt hair and he was still in crumpled nightwear. Honestly, his appearance wasn’t the least bit flattering, if you say lightly and completely wrecked, if a bit hard.
Earlier,his mind had been too preoccupied to care, but now, seeing himself like this, he felt embarrassed—not much, just a tiny bit. And the reason? Because he wasn’t the only one wearing clothes like that.Around him were people in even more outrageous attire: pajamas, slippers... which honestly isn’t a big deal here in the States. But for a bit of a neat freak like him, it was a big deal.
So, He quickly stood up and walked over to the counter to settle the bill—which was surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, much less than he had expected.
But then, he discovered an even more embarrassing fact...
He didn’t have any money on him. Not even a penny.
Panicking a little, he patted his pockets again, hoping money might magically appear.
The waitress also looked at him with suspicion as he embarrassedly went through all of his pockets... but still found nothing.
The waitress’s expression began to shift, growing darker with every passing second.
"Sir, is there any problem?"she asked, her voice polite but clearly wary.
He let out a nervous chuckle, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to play it off. "Haha, looks like I rushed out and forgot my wallet at home."
But the waitress wasn’t buying it, and her eyes looked ready to eat him alive. The nearby diners had also started to pick up on the tension, and more than a few curious glances were sent his way.