Chapter 180
Author: Jsystem
last update2025-02-28 23:36:25

I sighed tiredly as I followed Roslyn behind. She had promised to tell me something and I'm so eager to hear what she had to say. We stopped at a small barbecue stand that evening. The bar was buzzing with noise from a not too far distance.

"Would you have some?" I asked, staring over at her and she nodded. "I'm paying for two" I told the man and he smiled before wrapping up the barbecue,he handed it to me and I gave the two to Roslyn.

I dipped my hand into my back pocket and brought out my wallet and paid for the barbecue. "Do you sell those drinks too?" I asked, pointing over at the cokes that were resting on the wall.

"Of course I do. It won't be nice if you buy barbecue without drinks, should I wrap it up?" He asked and I nodded and he gave me the drink while I paid the bills. After doing so, I looked into my wallet and I saw no penny in it.

"Let's go over there" I pointed to a bench not too far from the stand and we went there and sat on it.

"You said you want to tell me somethin
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