"Close the stall, close the stall! I'll get off work after the last latte is sold!"
Cheng Jia took off the apron stained with milk foam and threw it on the bar chair. The electronic watch on his wrist showed 10:30 pm. The "Floating Half Day" coffee shop he opened was hidden in an alley in the old city. It was a Buddhist-style business. It closed at ten o'clock every day, and every extra second was considered overtime. After all, he died suddenly at the age of thirty-five in his previous life. In this life, he just wants to be a small shop owner who eats and waits for death. Whoever wants to be cheated will be cheated.
Suddenly there were dark clouds outside, and the night sky that was fine just now seemed like it had been splashed with ink. The strong wind blew the leaves and smashed them against the glass door, making a loud splash. Cheng Jia cursed, "Fuck this weather," and hurried to lock the door. As soon as he turned the key, a pale lightning struck the sycamore tree in front of the store with a "click" sound like it had eyes. The electricity rushed up along the ground and penetrated directly into his body through the soles of his shoes.
