The sound of a rustling bag, as well as the strong scent of the cocaine powder, fills the air.

My mind suddenly flashes, memories of Zoey's slap come flooding back, and along with them, a wave of shock and embarrassment. I'm reminded of her detestation towards me. Her hate might never cease, and I realize her involvement in the drug trade is none of my concern.

I turn to take my leave but the sound of a different male's voice catches my attention. “Say, you sure we didn't pay for more than this?” He asks.

“What?” I notice the slight change in Zoey's voice and I halt. “You asked for...