“Free? Again? ”

I hissed on the man.

It’s morning and I was just done with another blow of morning vomiting and all that stuff and he came again to hand me the paper bag in his hands. It’s freakin Tuesday.What the heck?

He seem so scared about my sudden question.

”Why? Is your owner’s favorite days is Monday to Sunday? ”

I asked again.

He couldn’t answer holding the paper bag in his hands. For sure that is breakfast.

“Y-You can just pay for this ma’am,” he stuttered.

"I don't have money,"

"Then it's free!" he smiled big.

I palmed my face because of frustration.

”Is this a scam...