Novel & Cerita Ticket Please Guy

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I demanded as I let out the smoke then frowned when he wrapped his hands around me. "Silias, baby I'm sorry. Here consider this an extra." He said as he raised five hundred dollars and a container of pills that I regularly bought. I smiled as I snatched the pills, ignoring the cash as I popped two pills in my mouth without any liquid then he dropped the cash in my pocket. "How about I book a place for tomorrow? Just you and me." My customer said as I smiled and placed my hands on his shoulders, bringing my lips to his ears.

replied Gerald with a smile. “Bingo. But lucky for you, I’m a person who doesn’t like owing favors to others. Since you’ve helped me so much, I can hand you an admission ticket under the condition that I’ll essentially have repaid all your kindness. Deal?” said Misty as she carefully took an admission ticket out from her bag and slid it over to Gerald with a smile.

"Which club are you at? I'm on my way!" "Rosa di Mezzanotte! Tommaso, I feel terrible. I'm dying!" Gelsomina's crying grew louder. Tommaso threw on his clothes, fumbling for his car keys. "Tommaso." I stopped him. "We need to talk. Just give me five minutes. "Gelsomina needs me!" Gelsomina's cries came through the phone again, and Tommaso cut me off irritably, his eyes filled only with urgency. "Whatever it is, you can decide. You don't need to ask me."

While waiting for the water to heat up in the bathroom, Hayden updated his social media again. [I tried out a new popular milk tea place. A good buddy of mine queued for an hour, but the taste was just mid. I took a sip and gave the rest to someone else to enjoy.] That someone else was clearly Kelly, who was smiling slightly at the camera. I never knew that my girlfriend, who was so germaphobic that she refused to even share a cup with me, would drink from another man's drink.

It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it. I suddenly felt that everything was so pointless. Eating cake felt pointless. Buying luxuries felt pointless. A life like this felt so, so pointless. - The next day, I went straight to the private hospital to see Jason. He was staring so hard at his computer that he did not even notice me walking in. When I called his name softly, he quickly closed the page he had been looking at in a panic. It was a ticketing page for a popular boy band's tour. "Why are you here? If you needed something, you could have called."

offered Marc. The stocky man wrinkled his forehead. "My wife and kids are waiting for these tickets," he said casually. Marc grabbed his shoulder. "Alright ... alright, triple for one ticket." The man was speechless for a moment. But the offer was far too tempting. Triple, didn't that mean he would have two tickets for free. "Okay." The man raised his hand, asking for the money that Marc had promised. And after receiving his money, he handed a long piece of paper to Marc.

I clear my throat "am not sure it-" "Just do what I say without complain man" Sighs "okay, fine" I walk to table 15, I see a lovely lady dressed in a red dress and a guy dressed in a tusks They weren't paying attention to each other, they were both using their phones "Excuse me, but I heard you had a complain?" The lady looks at me and smiles "Uhmm yes, actually I was wondering if I could get turkey instead of chicken" I look at the half-eaten chicken "but you've eaten this already ma'am?"

Max said to the brunette guy maybe Zack. Zack just smirked at me. the third guy who was quiet all this time speaks finally "Guys enough!" then he looked at me with sincerity, in his eyes. but what he said next was far more humiliating than the other two guys' words. "Miss!! Do you want me to give you your pay? He can be tipsy sometimes, forgetting to pay. By the way, May I call a cab for you?" He asked gently. the other two. guys cackle up.

“Don’t worry, kitten. They won’t bother us.” But just then, one of them did bother. “Excuse me,” a young girl with black-rimmed glasses and loose pig-tails asked. “But can I…can I have your autograph?” She thrust out a napkin and looked shyly at the floor. “Sorry love,” he said to Mercy. “Guess I was wrong. Duty calls!” He grabbed a pen from the bar and scribbled his name onto the napkin. “Here you go, doll.” She beamed, clutching the napkin tightly and thanked him profusely. “Gotta keep the fans happy,” he winked.