“Ok, thanks for tonight. Get ready for the rain of cash that’s coming tomorrow”.
“I’m always ready for that”.
“And so ... sweet dreams!”.
“Good night, mister rain man”.
He set off toward home. It was a beautiful spring evening, and he drove smoothly through the city’s half-deserted streets. The radio was playing an old Depeche Mode song; Kylie turned up the volume and began to sing out loud. It was definitely a beautiful evening.
Once at his place, he did a couple of laps of the building because he couldn’t find a parking space, so he parked at the top of the street. As he was walking under the porch, he heard a glass bottle roll on the ground. He turned round and glimpsed a young guy who was following him.
“Do you have any change, young man?”.
“No, I don’t have any, I’m sorry”.
He
