On Thursday, on the way to work, Gu Ran pulled into the gas station to refuel.
The two young ladies stayed in the car.
He came out of the convenience store with the receipt in hand but didn't rush to get back in the car.
Glancing upwards, the sky was overcast with thick clouds yet not a drop of rain; it was as if the sky was holding in a massive sneeze, inevitably causing discomfort to those watching from below.
Not having an umbrella while walking on the street could make one anxious, fearing the sneeze might suddenly explode.
"Handsome, your gas is filled up," the auntie said.
"Okay, thank you,"
"Take whatever you want,"
After hesitating for a few seconds, Gu Ran chose a pack of tissues.
As he got back into the car, he saw the driver of the next big truck stealthily grabbing a handful of promotional towels while the employees weren't paying attention and tossing them into his vehicle.
Gu Ran chuckled as he sat in the car.
