NATALIA
I tilted my head to see what the old man was looking at outside, but there was nothing… like the number of our customers today.
“Are you waiting for something, sir?” I asked curiously.
“Those thugs,” He said, grumbling, “Idiots are already late.”
He turned to me, “Kids these days. What? Do they expect me to deliver the money to them myself?”
“Oh,” I mumbled in realization and slowly shook my head, “You don’t have to worry about them. They won’t come back.” I said with certainty.
The old man scoffed sarcastically, “Then you definitely don’t know how stubborn those thugs could be.”
I just shrugged and continued cleaning.
One hour and, a customer came out with a few random pieces of jewelry made of wood later, and still, no gangsters around.
Mr. Richards is still glancing at
