Chapter 70: Three Years Later

THREE YEARS LATER.

I rush down the street, knocking a few shoulders along the way and stepping into one icy mud pond. The cold winter air is like a blade cutting through my lungs.

After making a sharp turn at the corner, I finally see the bus station.

A bus has just arrived.

“Wait…Please wait a second!!” I yell to the driver.

But he only gives me a cold and indifferent look before closing the door and driving away from the station.

“…Fuck!”

I bend down taking a time to catch my breath and then check the time.

It’s already 16:37.

Now I have exactly 23 minutes to make it across the town and arrive at the restaurant I work in, which is impossible, which means I’m so screwed.

Today is not the day to be late, because I’ve made a plan to talk to my manager about making an early withdraw of my salary. My rent is due in a few days and the incredibly high living expense in New York is sucking me dry. I have a student loan to cover my tuition, but I still have to work my ass off to pay