Shit! Shit-shit-shit!
Sarah didn't even have a leeway to look back. Just the rumbling sounds of the truck already told her she was within a grinding distance from it. She had run through a path too narrow and too uneven for a vehicle, yet the truck still found her when she exited the street.
Damn it--that was why people shouldn't fight on someone else's turf!
But how, oh, how did she come into this predicament? Well...it began with her grand entrance into her homeland, taking over the family car and swerving to her beloved bar--which had strangely turned into her comfort place.
"I'm here to see the Little Bird."
"So soon after coming back?" Lee Sol pursed his lips in disagreement. "Can't you loosen up and have some drinks first?"
"I quit drinking," Sarah muttered, before glancing at the manager sharply. "The Little Bird."
Lee Sol sighed and raised his palms in defeat. "Alright, alright--so impatient..."
