I’m out of stock, which means I have to go out again to buy goods.
I bit my lip as I opened the cabinets here in the kitchen one by one. I was planning to cook something for my lunch since I craved for pasta but found out the bad news. There are still left overs but they are about to expire the next day and I can’t eat expired food.
I guess I have no other choice.
I closed the cabinet then made my way towards my room to change my outfit, took my wallet and keys. I made sure everything was clean and perfectly arranged before closing the door behind me. In case someone tends to have the idea to rob my house, all of my information is sealed.
Who knows? Maybe the paparazzi are secretly following me but haven’t decided to publish my identity to the media unless they have enough evidence
