Luca tapped his bare feet on the floor impatiently. In his hands was a neatly folded blue shirt, and it seemed like he was counting down to something that was about to happen.
Not long after, he heard the doorbell of his apartment ring, and he immediately walked towards the door before opening it without peeking through the peephole. It seemed like he was so sure of the person who had just rang his doorbell, and he even hurriedly pushed the blue shirt into the person's hands, making the person flinch in surprise.
"What is it?" The person asked in confusion, but his eyes were fixated on Luca instead of looking at the shirt that had moved into his hand.
"Why can't you recognize your own shirt? Didn't you tell me that the uniform was so precious to you that you even yelled at me angrily last Friday? You also said that the Food Supply Department only gave you one uniform, but I can see that you are now wearing another one," Luca replied coldly to the man.
