Ticket Please Guy Novelas e Histórias

the young man, who looks like he never gave up his high school pickup habits, asks me with arched eyebrows. "I am. Your service is terrible, I'm glad you make up for it with good pizza." I take the package from his hand and he laughs in a corner, seeming to be amused by my state. "I'm sorry, it's just that today is Friday and it's usually busy." "I should ask for a discount for that, but I'll be nice because I know it's not your fault. - I hand her a fifty-dollar bill." "Thank you, miss." "Have a good day." I turn my body and walk back to my apartment.

Dylan asked. “PNE has a concert today. Tito Jay gave me two free tickets,” said Clark. “Seriously, you never even invited me?” said Matt. “It’s because the ticket is sold out, so even if I want to invite you, I can’t,” said Clark. “And they all got autographs?” said Sasha, grabbing Gaby’s CD. “You guys are a little annoying.” “It’s only you next time,” said Clark. “Are you enjoying this, Gab?” Dylan asked.

Inappropriate? Before I could decide, a fresh message burst across the top of my screen. The bright feeling inside of me withered as I read: "Hey Hester! Sy's team here <3 super pumped to have you at the Stellar show! Sy's playing tomorrow night for his closing night at O2, and you and your closest buddy just scored freeeeeee tickets! Just give your name at the door. You're on the list ;)" "Ughhh," I groaned, dropping the phone out of my hands and letting it fall with a muffled thump into the blankets. Was this a joke? A taunt? Or just Sy's road team making the best PR out of good PR?

At least the moving company isn’t here yet—I have a few moments to myself. But the pizza guy is. It's refreshing to see something’s going right. I wave him over, and he jogs up with the box in hand, his bright red cap tilted slightly as he reads my name on the receipt. “Large pepperoni?” “That’s me.” I take the box. “That’ll be $5,” he says, holding out the card machine. I swipe my card and, after a moment of thought, slip him a tip in cash. His face lights up. “Thanks a lot! Have a great day.”

"Excuse me, gentlemen. Can I help you?" They turned to face a middle-aged employee wearing a red polo shirt with the arcade's logo. His name tag read "Mike." Dark circles under his eyes suggested long shifts and little sleep. Jackson's phone buzzed. The blackmailer's voice came through his earpiece, cold and precise. "Tell him you registered last night for the new Asphalt game update. Seat number twelve." "We registered online last night," Jackson said, his voice steady despite his racing heart. "For the new Asphalt game. Seat twelve, I think?"

"The pleasure's mine. I can give you free tickets. Just tell me where you live and I'll handle everything for you." "Really uncle Gage?!" Tanya's face lights up. "Did you hear that mom? Uncle Gage's gonna give us free tickets!" Gage kept his beautiful dimpled smile on his face. "Oh Gage, that's really nice of you but that would totally trouble you." "No. It's fine. I insist." Gage holds his phone with both hands. "Can I get your number so my PR can text anytime your free for the next leg of the tour?"

Tyr posted an anonymous message in the GPE section, asking where the tickets could be purchased. As soon as Tyr posted his message, a flood of responses flooded in. Some mocked Tyr, calling him an idiot for spending so much money to watch a battle. Others teased him, saying the ticket was sold in hell and he could purchase it with hell’s money. There were people who wanted to text Tyr privately. In the end, GPE responded to Tyr’s message personally. “You can get it from the Kim clan in Korea.” GPE also texted the seller’s phone number through the private chat.

“What are you doing here?” Craig flashed me a wide grin that immediately made me suspicious, pushing his way past me and into my apartment. He headed right for the fridge and pulled out two beers, popping the tops before sinking down onto my mottled white leather sofa. At least he had the good sense to put the beer caps in the trash before leaving the kitchen area. He handed me a beer and pulled two rectangular pieces of glossy paper out of his pocket, sliding one out from behind the other as if he were performing a magic trick. “I got tickets, so I came to get you so we can go to the game.”

"Mister Locksong, I stand by my words. If you take the tickets today, don't send them back. "Kelvin, please give him the tickets." Kelvin took out his phone, logged into the electronic ticketing platform, and sent Levi 20 sequentially numbered front-row tickets. He waved his phone at Levi and said, "Mister Locksong, please check that you have received them." Levi took out his phone and looked at the message confirming the receipt of the tickets. He then gave Alexander a disdainful look and jeered, "Trying to act superior in front of me? You have to give me these tickets after all, don't you?

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?