Sniff....sniff
Tears falling on his full cheeks, sniffles coming out of his pouty mouth, making his nose look the pefect shade of red that make his look too cute.
Sitting alone in the bus stop...he is crying for a few minutes now.
People passing by him can't help but look twice at the crying man who is looking like a doll with his blue beanie, white scarf over his baby blue shirt on his bell bottoms and white sneakers.
From a distance he almost look like a kid.
Ping
The little noise made him look at the notification on his phone.
'Your ride is here'
It said.
He looked up and saw a black car pull by.
He stood up and wore his backpack.
He went to the car and opened the door. He sat in the back seat and closed the door.
He continued his sniffles.
"A......!"
He heard.
His took out his phone and said the pin.
"The pin is 2345!" He said and continued his sniffles.
"What!??" He heard again.
He looked up and got startled for a second.
There is a man in driver seat, one more in passenger seat and another one next to him staring at him.
He looked between the three simultaneously for few seconds....all while wiping his cheeks and nose.
"Who are you all!?? I didn't book an Uber pool!" He said.
The three looked at each other and then at him.
"Anyways I don't want to book another cab. Drop me to my location."
"Wait..." the one in the driver sear was about to say then..
"I am telling you...I am only giving you half price. You took two more passengers without asking me!" He pointed to the driver.
"Excuse me!??"
"If you charge me more...I am going to complain in your app and give you a one star."
"Heh!??" The one in the passenger seat said.
"Why are you wasting time?!? Start the car."
"You must be mistaken" the one in the passenger seat said again.
"I don't want to listen. Start the car and don't make me angry!"
"What will you do if you get angry!??" The one in the driver seat raised his eye brow.
Pete for the first time looked at him carefully.
He is a tall, well built man wearing a black t-shirt. He looked bulky with those muscles and has a scar on his cheek.
He looks like a gangster.
Coming to think about it...they all looked weird. In black clothes.
But pete didn't care.
He sighed determined and put his hand into the bag.
The three changed the stance. Their hands automatically moving towards their backs.
Pete kept staring at them and then pulled out something.
He pointed it to them and said.
"I have a weapon!"
