James got back to his apartment, after some crazy traffic in the city. Even though James didn't know what would he does in the dead apartment. He thought of writing again, but that wasn't the best idea to do on Saturday.
James still got a traumatic feeling to back on writing business. He had no idea about what should he wrote in his next book. He didn't like when he poured his whole heart and imagination into the new project and then someone walked onto it. They didn't have any respect for his hard work.
He put his keys and any other stuff on the benchtop, he opened the fridge even he knew that the only thing in there just a bottle of mineral water and beer. James never bought any food and kept it in the fridge.
