Jackson looked at you impatiently, waiting for your response. "See, there's no excuse! We just need to divide the money in two and then both of us can pay it!" he smiled. "Where am I going to get the money stupid ass?", "At my friend's coffee shop!".
You looked at him suspiciously, "You had everything prepared, didn't you?", "Yeah...", "Since...?", "Since earlier in the morning...", "You read the letter before I did, didn't you?", "Yeah...", "God, Jackson..." you giggled a bit at his nonsense.
***
You got out of the bathroom and went to your kitchen to get a cup of tea. While the water was heating up, you leaned against the counter to look calmly at the address and phone number you had in your hands.
Jackson gave you the phone number and address of his friend's coffee shop before he continued to deliver the rest of the packages and letters.
You seriously looked at the crumbled paper you had in your hands, debating if you should call the number.
half an hour earlier*
"Here..." he said, reaching something from his pocket. "What are you reaching for?" you asked, clearly curious. Jackson tossed to the little table in-front of you a crumpled paper. "What is this?", you asked again. "My friend's coffee shop address and phone number. So you can finally get a job and money for once in your life" Jackson said. You grabbed it and unfolded the crumbled paper, revealing someone's writing. "Although he might look cold, he's actually really sweet in the inside!" he continued, "and his coffee shop is the best!! You really should give it a go!". "Why is it crumbled though?" you asked out of the blue. "What?", "Why is the paper all crumbled and a bit dirty?" you asked again. "What- Were you even listening to me?", "Yes! I was! I just wanted to know why was the paper all crumbled...", "Ok... I actually have the paper with me for some time..." he said "...my friend actually offered me to go work at his coffee shop when I still didn't have the job I have now...", "ah... interesting..." you said looking at the paper.
Jackson got up. "Well, unfortunately, I gotta go end my job. Call me when you decide to go to my friend's coffee shop! Bye!" and with that, he left.
***
You looked closely at the paper you have in your hands, debating if you should call that mysterious number or not.
Sick of looking at the paper, you got up. You decided to take a bath first since you woke up two hours ago.
You turned on the lights of your bathroom and closed it's door. You took of your clothes revealing your milky skin.
Before you took off your bra and panties, you looked at yourself in the mirror. A sigh was the only thing that came out of your mouth. Your face only showed disgrace.
Disgrace of yourself.
Disgrace of your existence.
