“HE’S STILL NOT home?” the man asked himself upon seeing Grey unconscious and asleep by the side of the car. This was the same guy he was about to help earlier, but Grey had irritated him by replying rudely.
It was already dawn. The surroundings were quiet. Only a few public vehicles could be seen on the road. The man had planned to head home, but he couldn’t bear the sight of Grey sprawled beside the car.
He walked over and helped him up, placing Grey’s right arm over his shoulder to support him as they walked.
“Who are you? Are you kidnapping me? Ransom? No problem. We’re rich,” Grey mumbled. He was extremely drunk and couldn’t even open his eyes.
The man placed Grey inside his car to take him home—wherever that might be.
“I hopped on the jeep, and now you’re beside me,” Grey sang,
