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"That's 27 bucks for a new rate,"

"Nah I think it might worth cheaper than that,
probably 20?"

"Haha nothing here goes lower than 24,"

"24 then"

The shopkeeper looks at John for a while, as if
thinking deep, then rubbed his forehead.

"Its yours. No more coming to my shop.
I don't wanna sell things for free."

Both him and John laughs.

John comes out holding the parcel. A beautiful evening it was. Took out cigarette and started walking down the path. Would she like it? Would it be a surprise? Or, would she just throw a blunt face? Or act excited? He did not know which assumption was the right one, but he himself prefer no to. Let it be a surprise to both parties.

"John!"

He looked back and saw a figure coming to him.
It was Lance.
What was he doing here? Isn't he suppose to be in the States?

"John, where are you going?"
"Hey Lance, I thought you flew off last Tuesday,"
"Oh well, you didn't know? I postponed my ticket,
I had some things to settle and I thought next week
would be a better deal."
"But Claire told me yesterday that you were in Chicago"
"No she didn't,"
"I spoke to her on the phone,"
"What else did she say?"
"You know what, I've got to rush now, I'm-"
"Meeting Catherine?"

John paused a while. Then he replied,

"No, not Catherine, I'm off to Paula's place,
my mum is waiting for me."

"Oh well you should get going, "

"Tell Claire that I'll call her tonight."

John started his car, and when we was about to pull off,
Lance stopped him and said,

"John, send my regards to Cath. She's not missing you a bit."

John gave a stare, and drove off.