Every day when I wake up, I check my phone battery first, then my bank balance.
A helmet, a raincoat, a power bank, and an old electric scooter are everything I own in this city. I've delivered soy milk at five in the morning and fever medicine at eleven at night. I've heard people say thank you through a crack in the door, and I've seen others get so furious over a missing pair of chopsticks that they wanted me to pay them a day's wages.
I know the back entrances of every office tower, which residential compounds don't let delivery riders in, which restaurants are always the slowest, and which mall restrooms won't kick you out. But in this city I've crossed from end to end, hardly anyone knows my name.
This book has no legends.
Each chapter records just one day of my life.
It rains today; tomorrow there might be a traffic jam. Someone gets married, someone breaks up, someone waits for a meal at the hospital, and someone celebrates a birthday alone in a mansion. All I have to do is get what they need to their door before the countdown ends.
As for my own life, I'll think about it after I finish this delivery.
But after this one, there's usually another.
