I returned to my rental apartment at four in the morning and slept until eleven. After washing up, I cooked a bowl of noodles and, once finished, it was almost time to leave for work.

As I stepped out of the building, I saw a familiar figure.

Oliver was slumped against his car, looking disheveled, with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.

For a moment, I hesitated but chose to ignore him and walked past, trying to leave.

Oliver quickly followed and blocked my path, still using his usual wealthy tone,

"Didn't you see I was waiting for you?"

I didn't want to engage with him, so I...