"Gosh! I have just a minute left." Amanda cussed and mumbled under her breath the moment she got down from her scooter. Packing the light motorcycle by a corner in the quiet street, she walked as fast as her legs could carry her to her destination.
It was a Monday evening and it was one of those days she had to be out on the streets for her usual routine of delivering packages to people to earn some little change.
Apart from working as a server in restaurants, she also delivers packages to people's houses after lecture hours. She's still keen on paying Carl for his phone damages.
She prefers working in restaurants over being a delivery girl. She took on the delivery job only because it paid more than her daily restaurant salary.
While she knew the delivery job would cover the cost of
