He was ordinary-looking, loved playing video games, and was also in his junior year of college, with a girlfriend, but his girlfriend wasn't as pretty as the owner.
He wasn't as talented as the owner either, incapable of making money, so he could only steal batteries.
I knew this was wrong, and I was afraid he'd get caught, so I helped him keep watch, but he still failed.
By the way,
His girlfriend, though not pretty, would still bring boys back to the rental place.
This time, I didn't remind him anymore.
One afternoon, I remember it was a beautiful dusk, and the boy let me into the house.
I hesitated, was I about to become a household dog? Was I going to have a new owner again?
I didn't go in!
Because I felt if I became a household dog, I'd have the duty to tell him about that girl, but I thought he would be as unhappy as the owner.
I was wrong, it turned out he knew, he just pretended not to know.
