“Miss can I have one of this?”
“Miss! Hey!”
I heard someone shouting so I looked at him.
“What’s your problem? Why are you shouting at me?” I irritably asked.
“Aren’t you the vendor here? Tsk! Never mind!” he said before walking away.
I just watch him go away. So what if he doesn’t want to buy from me! Ugh! I’m getting worse as the days pass by. I try to get my ass back to work to distract myself but I don’t think it’s working.
“What’s the matter now?” Belinda always asks me but I never said anything to her.
“C’mon why don’t you tell me? Maybe I can help.” She pressed. I’m not sure if she’s concerned or she just wants to hear the juicy details.
“I don’t think you can.” I said while looking outside my booth.
“Why don’t you try me? Is this because of the man who owns the house?” sh
