57 | Evil Intent

I looked at the digital clock on my motorbike dashboard, which read 03.03 A.M. On this Caldwell Pigeon Street, the pulse of the metropolitan city began to rustle. Old motorbikes were milling while transporting various kinds of goods such as groceries, clothes, and chickens in their passenger seats.

Meanwhile, on the sidewalk at the side of the road, several old women were seen laughing in the mat stalls filled with piles of jasmine flowers. Not far from them, there was a traditional market Caldwell Pigeon.

I glanced at Kacey again. She was lean her body and head on my back and occasionally looked to the left side. From the dim city lights that reflect through the rearview mirror, Kacey looked cute. Even though the wind was blowing naturally, I could see that her face was flushed with sweat-covered part of her oval face.

I loosened the gas lever, turned the steering to the left until my motorbike slid slowly on the left lane, getting ready to enter the hotel.