“Yeah, just drop me here.”
Henry told the Uber driver, who finally halted the car in front of an old laundromat, down by the west side of Brighton sixth street.
The laundromat seemed isolated with no one around the place, since it was located in an old three stories building, that also seemed out of function and deserted.
The Uber ride was already paid for, via Henry’s credit card and once the ride had ended, he got out of the car and entered inside the laundromat, that had all of its old, silver machines rusted.
The driver drove his car away and Henry made sure to look around as he walked further into the laundromat, that was separated with only one row of washing machines placed in the middle of the laundry.
He walked towards the end of the laundromat, opposite to the entrance.
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