That person may look like an angel on the outside but acts like a devil on the inside! How much longer do I have to keep pretending I'm not the one secretly helping him? And yet, why does my heart race every time he comes near me ? This must be hate...
Max: Who is that ? It looks like a dead person in front of my café.
Max tries to reach out and touch the person sitting unconscious in front of the black BMW X6 Typhoon. The strong smell of alcohol makes him flinch.
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Max: Erghh... Excuse me ? Hello ? Are you still alive ? 😶
No response. The person remains motionless. Max hesitates, then reaches out to check if they are still breathing. He carefully places a finger near their nose.
Max: Huh ?! He’s still alive... But what should I do? 😥 Oh my god, I just opened my dream café! If I don’t do anything, people might spread rumors that I’m the reason this guy is unconscious 😫 !
Max mutters to himself while anxiously looking around his café, afraid someone might see what’s happening.
Determined to find some information, Max carefully searches the unconscious man's pockets, hoping to find an ID or anything useful. Finally, he finds a wallet. He checks for the person’s address and also looks for the car key.
Max: Sorry, I swear I’m not trying to rob you... I just want to send you home. It’s almost 1 AM, and I’m worried something bad might happen to you.
He sighs, still talking to himself, as he glances around nervously.
With some effort, Max helps the man into the car. Without overthinking, he gets into the driver’s seat and uses his phone’s GPS to navigate to the address. The drive takes almost 50 minutes. When he finally arrives, he stares at the massive house in disbelief.
Max: Wow... Am I helping a rich guy ? Erghh, this feels scarier than rescuing a lion from a trap. 😖 But wait... is this even the right house ?
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He hesitates for a moment before searching for the house key. The overwhelming scent of alcohol coming from the man makes Max wince. He assumes a house this big must have a housekeeper, so he knocks on the door several times, but there’s no answer. With no other choice, he tries the house’s key card.
CLICK !
The door unlocks, revealing an eerily dark and silent house. Max steps inside cautiously. Not knowing where the light switch is, he uses his phone’s flashlight to guide his way. Eventually, he spots an enormous sofa—about the size of his own bed.
Max sets the unconscious man down carefully, ready to leave, but then hesitates.
Max: Ugh... I hate myself. Why do I always feel responsible for strangers ? Can’t I just go home ?
Still grumbling, he shines his flashlight around the walls and finally finds the light switch. As soon as the lights turn on, he gasps in shock—the place looks like a palace. It’s the kind of home only the insanely rich could afford.
Shaking his head, Max walks into the kitchen, fills a bowl with warm water, and soaks a small towel. He returns to the living room and places the damp towel on the man's forehead, worried he might get sick from all the alcohol.
Without realizing it, Max starts taking care of the stranger. He even wets another towel and gently wipes the man’s face and arms. But as he moves lower, he suddenly freezes, his face turning red.
The man may be small, but his body is unexpectedly toned... and a little too attractive for Max’s comfort.
Feeling embarrassed, Max quickly looks away and stands up. Before leaving, he decides to leave a note. He glances around and spots a small piece of paper on the table.
He picks it up and scribbles:
“ When you know you're going to get drunk, stop drinking and send yourself home ! Bye ”
Max: I swear I was just trying to be a good person. I didn’t realize how hard it is to find transportation at this hour.
Max mumbles to himself as he stands outside, waiting for a taxi. The streets are almost deserted, making him regret his decision 😫.
Finally, at 2:55 AM, a taxi miraculously appears, saving him from spending the night outside. By 3:45 AM, he arrives at his apartment, completely drained.
Max: This is the last time I help someone.
With that, he collapses onto his sofa, which—thankfully—is just big enough for his entire body. Within seconds, he’s fast asleep 😪.
TO BE CONTINUE ~
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