"The shelf life might be quite short…"
The cashier was clearly just a kid, so he mentioned it kindly.
George Flack nodded slightly, not saying much. To him, any task that drained energy was something he no longer wished to engage in.
Upon reaching the given address, George Flack waited a while, and soon twenty minutes had passed. But why hadn't anyone come out yet? Could something have happened?
Originally feeling impatient, but considering it might be a bad situation, George quickly sent a message to Mallia Mamet.
"I'm here now, haven't you set off yet? Are you okay?"
...
Mallia Mamet had her phone in hand, so she saw George Flack's message immediately.
"I'll hurry up my end."
"Have you packed enough of these things? Do you need anything else?" Edward had already stuffed three suitcases, but he wasn't ready yet.
Mallia Mamet quickly put away her phone and then ran over to Edward's side, eyeing the bulging suitcases on the ground, worrying they might not close properly.
