What They Want
It's morning.
His eyes are blank.
He's basically sleep-deprived.
Recently, he hasn't been sleeping well.
Fitful.
4 hours.
3 hours.
He'd wake up startled again.
Yesterday he slept at 2 AM, now it's 6 AM.
He wearily sits up.
He rummages through the cabinet to see if there's any leftover coffee.
…It's all gone.
There's still some loose change...
He puts on his jacket and leaves his room.
. . .
"Yo, it's really you."
No One rubs his eyes.
Seeing the person riding a new model motorcycle.
Digital display. Many patterns emitting neon light.
Just a glance and you know it's expensive.
He recognizes the person sitting on that sleek black motorcycle.
To Trung Phong.
"You... Are you To Trung Phong from college?"
To Trung Phong nods.
"Yeah."