Randy arrived at the ice cream parlor ten minutes before his shift. Yet he had sweats all over his forehead, dripping down his face.
From his house, he walked all the way here. Randy couldn’t afford to ride a cab anymore as he used the fund that is supposed to be used in paying for his fare today.
His blood boils every time he recalls what a big fool he is. Exhaustion suffused all over his face as Randy strolled inside.
Ten minutes before five in the evening where his shift would start, people are slowly occupying the vacant table.
Somehow, Randy felt positivity inside the ice cream parlor. He wouldn’t have to endure all the bullies here. The customers are minding their business and they care less about the crew—not in a rude way.
Randy’s gazes met the eyes of the business owner,
