The sun was at its lowest, almost peeking through the nook and gaps between the colossal high rises of New York, basking everything in the remnants of its ethereal gold; fighting against the slowly creeping darkness that will inevitably rein over us in the matter of few minutes, with it bringing forth a legion of fears that lurk in its ominous presence and giving birth to-

Oh cut it out already. I plucked the air pods out from my ears; what a load of crap was he talking about? Whoever gave this audio book that high a rating and this many recommendations, has to be a complete looser with nothing better to do but listen to this shit. For the love of god-well, me-who takes that long to describe a f*cking atmosphere, dude?

Allow me to summarize your 50 thousand words into one: Twilight, you genius.

I parked my rented bucket of rust on the side curb and got out. Looking back I realized, ironically the sun was at its lowest almost peeking through the nook and gaps between the colossal high rises of New York, basking every- alright chill, I'm kidding, though it really was twilight time. Picking the stuff from the back and adjusting my cap and sun glasses I got into the dingy building that looked like it was almost abandoned.

Good for me, less to worry about witnesses.

Getting up to the door of what looked like the only inhabited apartment on this floor I knocked and waited for my soon to be jolly good friend to open up the door. And he did.

I had already contacted him before coming here so he easily let me in. Poor thing believes I'm here for his 'dope stuff'.

"Hey, man I thought you weren't going to come", he said moving a little more than to be called as usual and sniffing a lot. Has somebody been sampling their own product?

Not the traits of a good business man.

"Yeah man, had to, ever since Eliza let me try some of your stuff, I got hooked, bad!" How was my crack head-ish? Tried my best.

"What can I say, man", he began smiling and moving a lot; he's definitely on something. Lucky me, makes things easy, "I got this awesome recipe I cook all by myself, here let me show you my cooking instruments".

Yeah...by the way, it's equipments, Mr -apparently not so-White.

He began walking further into the apartment. "Hey man, can I just get your dope real quick, first? Can't wait", I made it a point to look agitated, emphasizing how I was restless for his crack.

"I got you, dude, but the price has increased from what Eliza used to get for."

I thought he was high? Well apparently, not high enough to forsake the supply and demand strategies, touché, El Chapo.

"Do I look like someone who care about what it costs? Surely Eliza told you who I am, before", I deadpanned and he turned around to disappear into another room, which I assume to be where he 'cooks'. No wonder why this whole place smell like dog shit.

Before he completely vanished from my sight I remembered something of importance to my plans for today, "Dude! Can I borrow your phone for a minute? I forgot mine back at my office." I really have. Well not actually forgot -I hardly ever forget something- but more like deliberately left at my desk. Would someone believe me when I tell there's a thing called cyber-footsteps? And I simply don't like to leave any.

He turned looking like he's sobered up quite enough now, if judging by the skepticism in his eyes. "Why do you need it? What's so urgent?"

I take it, that's a common drug dealing practice; avoid giving your stuff to the customers who are only there to buy your... well, stuff. Understandably so, it's a possibility they could be there with ulterior motives. Well, usually the word 'undercover cops' comes to mind in such situations, however, if only he knew what I was here for. Safe to say he'd freak out a lot more than this, again, understandably so

"I just wanted to ask if Eliza wants some too, so I thought I could send her a quick text. I take it you have her number,"

"But she was here for her order just last night," his skeptical eyes were full on doubtful now.

What's he thinking, I'm gonna call the cops on him? With his own phone, that is. Come on man, I may have a big d**k, but I'm not one myself.

I admit, sometimes I lie -ok I lie most of the times- but that doesn't mean I'm lying all the damn time. I really do intend to send her just one innocent little text.

"Yeah, like I said before, she shared most of it with me, that's how I got hooked and now she barely have any left for her. Look pal, I was only being a considerate boyfriend. If you really don't believe me, you could keep an eye on me whilst I text her. How does that sound?"

If I had showed anything but nonchalance right now he'd have taken me up on my offer to keep an eye out. Good thing my casualness led him to lower his guard and he threw his phone at me to catch, which of course I did-would've been so embarrassing if I missed and it crashed into the wall behind me, also problematic since I needed his phone-before turning back around to disappear in another part of his apartment.

Quickly I typed a small text for my dear ex and sent it. I wanted to check his phone a little as a precaution, in case I needed some info about him for later use-you could tell a lot about a person thru their phone- and with all I could find about him before I was interrupted rather earlier than expected, I can say he's our regular, early twenties, perverted drug dealer, that usually thinks with his d**k than his head, yeah, nothing out of ordinary.

Hasty on my fingers I closed all the applications I went in on his phone and threw his phone back to him but not before deleting the conversation I had with him before coming here, even if it was thru an untraceable line, I just don't want to leave a chance for things to go in any other direction but the one I chose.

Unfortunately I can't yet delete the text I sent to Eliza through his phone so before he could check his phone my foot smacked a leg of the table sitting beside me, it sent everything cluttered on top of it flying to the ground making a loud enough sound to get his attention diverted.

We both rushed over to the -now limp- table, "I apologize bro, I'm a bit jittery today, I think you could guess why?" I rubbed my nose multiple times and sniffed to convey the idea, that I had already taken the crack. I fumbled with the things I picked from the floor.

"It's alright man, j-just leave it to me ok," mildly frustrated voice reaches me "you can give me the money now and go, I got other plans."

Oh I don't think so; I'm not done with you yet, my new junkie little playmate.

"Yeah sure, it's right here-", I stood from where I was crouching on the floor next to him and swayed on my feet a little whilst turning and reaching in my pants pocket. Before I could take the wallet out I collapsed on the couch right in front of me.

"Hey! Hey, man! What you doin-", he slapped my face a few times. I could hear his slight panicking voice reaching my ears; see his frustrated expression through my half open eyes, as my head sway right to left upon his hopeless attempts to bring me back to my senses.

"Come on, dude! Not here." He huffed loudly before finally moving away from me to let me be.

A few unhappy grunts from his part and a bunch of incoherent gibbering from my part, later, I finally hear his voice.

"She's here? What did you text her?" with my still half lidded gaze I see him turn towards me with questioning eyes before taking in my barely conscious dazed form and realizing I won't be much of a help to his interrogation and moved his back to me, once more.

Took you long enough, dear ex.

Now time to make him apologize for slapping me, not even once but three times.

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A\N

I'm working on the next update so it shouldn't take this damn long. I apologize, its only that it was festival days and I get busy in those days as I have a huge and when I say huge I mean massive family! So you can imagine I'm sure J

Btw Happy belated Eid to all the muslims out there, enjoy even if its covid 19 we can spread love and care help thru manyyy ways.

Stay safe

Love, Nuna xxxoooxxxx