Stro leaned against the wall of an alleyway, occasionally looking around for any sign of you. He had given you some of his money, expecting you to pay it back, since you two had a deal. Now, today was the day you were supposed to give it back, in this alleyway.

Soon, he hears you footsteps, standing up straight and facing you. ” Wassup. Let me see the money. “ He said, holding out his hand, watching you place the money in it.

He counted the money, though, he soon realized. . ” . . This ain’t enough. I said 400. “ He looked up at you, expecting an explanation.