Rather than returning to Greenbaby, Darren decided to head to Malegreen Street where his home was.
He unlocked the door, walked straight to the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of orange juice and began gulping it down.
He noisily made his way to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed.
Once he finished the entire paper bottle of orange juice, he threw it into the waste bin, scoring a perfect point as it entered straight in the empty basket.
Then, he took off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt and slumped down on his work chair, ready to begin a hopefully successful Bitcoin purchase session.
With a mechanical slicing sound, the purple floating interface appeared before him.
Darren lifted his fingers and pressed them against his chin, his gaze fixed on the glowing numbers displaced by the interface.
