Unknown pov- Sandro

I threw my backpack into the backseat before engaging the muscles of my arm into yet another wrestling contest with the door to the driver side.

"Come on now."

I gave one more tug before the door came open. Climbing inside, I slammed the door shut. It wouldn't come close. I tried again, harder this time, and then collapsed against my chair as exhaustion fell on me. On a normal day, I'd have found this funny. But my mood had been so badly ruined that I found nothing amusing anymore. It seemed like this part of town was intertwined with stinginess and greed. Imagine paying £ 55...