“Did you think that bar is illegal, and that’s the bar of addicts? Are you even aware of that?” Both hands are on his waist. He looks like a mom in that way; I giggled.
I really feel like my mom is scolding me.
“Yeah, I knew it a while ago.” I shrugged and found something to touch and play with.
He sighed and massaged his temple.
“Did I allow you to work?” He narrowed his eyes on him.
“Can I see the face mad?.” I’m not making him serious.
Why does he need to be serious? He is giving me an uneasy feeling.
“I am not joking with you.” I felt he is out of patience.
“Why are you mad?” I repeated. His eyebrow creased, and his ears turn into red. He even clenched his jaw and fist.
He is glaring at me, “Eh, I need to work because I need to p--” I almost mention my debts. He might think of
