Twenty-seven

When I came to check on them, I saw Platinum holding the butcher knife with a horror stricken face. The worker's face, the one he was quarrelling with, was now dripping with blood, his body shaking badly. The cashier guy was ready to bolt out of the door. I watched in fascination as the blood stained knife clattered on the tile floor. Platinum faced me with wide eyes and saw me holding two hot coffees. He walked out after grabbing one. The two workers stood there shocked but I was unfazed and grabbed my knife on the floor then followed Platinum out.