It was disgustingly cold. I swear, doing business on road did me little to no favours. Except bring money in but, money comes in regardless.
I prop my foot against the red brick wall, with my back presses against it. Any minute now, and I could back the fuck inside. My slow exhale creates of cloud of misty air before me, creating a visual of the cold my other sense was aware of.
I don't normally like waiting, so I would've left if this customer wasn't offering such a high price. The holidays meant more people were indoors, less of them getting high. Meant my business was slow. That being the last thing I needed.
"Oi!" The loud holler quickly alerts my attention. I ease from my relaxed state as I already feel the hairs on the back of my neck prick up.
