chapter 3

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Ishan had his laptop in his lap as he was curled up in his blanket. The laptop had been his gift from his parents, and he was so grateful to have it at the moment. He was connected to the Wi-Fi, so he was able to use internet to browse for a job. He wasn’t coming up with anything, however. All the jobs that were good for college students were already taken at this point in the semester. He had no idea what he was going to do. Was he really going to have to call and ask his parents for money?

Just as he thought that, he saw a job posting for a barista in a café, but the posting said to apply in person. He eyed it curiously, noting that it had been posted over a week ago. He hoped that they hadn’t already filled the position but feared that they had. Students would snatch up an opportunity like that quickly. It was the only promising lead that he could find however that would work with his college schedule. So, he got up and dressed in his nicest outfit, which was basically the only pair of jeans he owned without any stain and hole on it and a white button up shirt.

 So, he got up and dressed in his nicest outfit, which was basically the only pair of jeans he owned without any stain and hole on it and a white button up shirt

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           (Pretend there's no sunglasses)

Temprature was decreasing and The weather had said that it'll decrease more next week. Ishan liked it since Mumbai doesn't get this chilled. He shoved his cold hands in his pockets and jogged to the bus stop. he saw his bus coming, jumping up the steps immediately when it stopped in
front of him.

The coffee shop was right next to the bus stop he used to go to work at the cafe before too, and he felt a little sad as he got off and looked down the way to where his old job was. He hoped that the owner would be alright. But he didn’t spend too much time thinking about it, because the wind was still blowing and it's still chill out there. He quickly walked forward and into the small coffee shop, that was pleasantly warm inside and smelled lovely like chocolate and coffee beans. He took a deep breath and smiled at the lovely scent.

He waited in line until he got to the front, and asked about the job posting. He was directed to a manager, who sadly informed him that the position was already filled. He just nodded and left his number with her in case something else opened up. He felt sad as he made his way out of the shop and to the bus stop, happy at least that his bus arrived just as he reached the stop and he didn’t have to wait in this chill weather. He rode back toward his apartment, worrying what to do now.

Which was how he found himself back in his mattress with his laptop back open searching for a job again. He thought back on his conversation with Mayank. He knew that Mayank had mostly been
kidding about him getting a sugar daddy, but his rent was due in two days and he didn’t have even half of it. He didn’t want to get evicted, and he didn’t want to have to call his parents for money. He was worried as he thought about it, then looked back at the glowing computer
screen in his lap. He opened up Google and typed in a search.

Search: How and where do you get a sugar daddy?

He was flooded with results, from articles about sugar daddy/sugar baby relationships to websites that would help hook you up. He paused at one link that caught his eye.

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