Ayo knew what that tone meant.

The scathing look on the lady’s face was not necessary for him to know what she meant by that single question.

He was not welcome here.

Oh, he knew that, but then the premium card in his pocket beg to differ.

He was already feeling like shit and having it slammed on his face that he was an impostor was not sitting well with him.

Still, he managed a thin smile as he said, “I am here to get some clothes. Thought that was what this place was meant for?” 

The lady’s nose flared in contempt as she gave him a once-over and said;...