When the car stopped at a red light at the intersection of the old street in the south of the city, the rain happened to stop.
"You drive here... how much can you earn in an hour?"
Sheena suddenly asked, her eyes fixed on the street view outside the window, her expression complicated.
"It depends. When business is good, around forty to fifty. Usually about twenty," I answered truthfully, my tone calm.
She fell silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head and opened her expensive handbag.
She took out a brand new hundred dollar bill and placed it on the center console.
"Then I'll hire you for an hour. No need to drive. Just accompany me for a walk around this old street, okay?"
I glanced at the bill, put it away, and nodded.
"The customer is always right. If there's money to be made, why not?"
After stopping the car, I led her into the old street.
The cobblestones were slippery, and she walked cautiously in her delicate high heels.
Elderly people sitting on bamboo chairs outside their homes or shopkeepers along the street greeted me familiarly.
"You're back from work, Charles?"
"Charles, have you eaten yet? If not, Granny here has some soy milk."
"Charles, who's this beauty? She's gorgeous!"