To be continued

Two days and a half at home was good enough. D decided that it was time for some good vitamins D. Unfortunately it was late noon and the sun with its vitamin was already saying bye-bye. He closed the laptop, took a quick shower and went out to see how the world developed during its absence. Everytime it was quite the same, apart from the new coca cola zero offer at the closest supermarket to his house. 35 cent, one can. Good deal.
He loved to go into supermarkets, look for stuff, realise which patterns they were using and how everything was settled in order to take more money from people. He went out with 3 cans of cola and some greek yogurt. The city was already in a early darkness and he felt like he had lost two days without doing shit.
He texted his contact, got some weed, worked a bit more and then, since he didn’t find more entertainment, went back to his laptop. One can in the freezer. He wanted it fresh. Nothing better than cola after joint. Well maybe there are billions of better things but you know, just things you use to say.

In the evening he got some mail for new jobs. Still some graphics for Instagram.

"Our story says where we belonged but now says where do you do."

He thought it was a perfect quote for a post of a tech store. He copy pasted it on its graphic and found a nice font for it. “This will sell thousands of smartphones!” good job random quotes generator.
Back to the freezer he found out that the hour invested in looking for the best line made the cola too fresh. He got an iced can.

He felt empty. Nor for the cola nor the quote. He couldn’t sleep. He had enough joints. He masturbated twice (this helped sometimes). Nothing.
No message on his chats. His eyes were already burning so he stopped scrolling the fucking phone. D was surrounded by a tasteless and sleepless night. Again.

He watched the clock on the wall. He was not even sure it was still working. 3 AM. Nothing.
Shoes on. Keys in the pocket. Hands on the wheel.

D saw the inch, slowed a bit but went further the automa. He stopped some meters ahead. He could hear the tac-tac of its feet and the wing of its articulations coming closer and closer.
“Hey”
“Hey! Another ride?”