"That'll be 430 Paise, ma'am." Compass Carburettor said, controlling himself from yawning. It had been a week since he had begun to work at the café.
And now, he had already gotten accustomed to everything functional at the place, also having saved up enough money to purchase anything he needed. After all, the only food he ate was the leftovers from the café.
And, since he already had free lodging in the internet café, he was saving up almost 400 Paise every day. In the end, it wasn't anything much. But, during his free time, he roamed through the city, spending the money on bus fares to take in all the sights.
He was planning on observing and remembering the place as much as he could. But, as he didn't have much time to roam freely, the amount of sleep he was getting had reduced.
Once the shift ended, he obtained the day's wages from the manager, taking the chance to ask, "Sir, can I take a break tomorrow?"
"I was planning to make you do so even otherwise." The manager replied curtly, "Based on our establishment rules, you'll only have to work for six days a week. Since you have taken a break for tomorrow, that'll be your rest day every week."
"Thank you, sir." Compass Carburettor thanked before walking out of the café.
Staring at his back, the manager muttered, "He's such a diligent lad. He seems to be pretty smart for his age, so why is he working on a job with a minimum age?"
"He must have been facing some problems at home." He shook his head, sighing.
Compass Carburettor had just exited the café when he noticed a car slamming down to a halt before the entrance as its windows were rolled down, allowing a girl around twenty years of age to come into view.
She stared at him, asking curtly, "Are you Compass?"
Though, it seemed she was already aware as she grinned, whistling a little, "You are more handsome than I had imagined. Well, get in the car."
"Why?" Compass Carburettor asked as he gazed around for a moment, noticing the manager still busying himself within the café. As for the others, they had already left on their bikes.
He had remained behind to inquire the manager about taking a leave for the next day. That's why he was the last person among the staff to leave, other than the manager who had the task of shutting down the café after everything was taken care of.
The café was situated in a shopping complex, but it had a separate entrance since it was located on the ground floor. So, its premises were pretty much devoid of the shopping complex.
The reason he was looking around for others was that there were currently only him and the girl on the road, save for the few cars that occasionally sped past. And most of all, even though the girl behaved somewhat normally, the Mental Energy stream she emitted towards him said otherwise.
Lust!
There was only the emotion of lust in her Mental Energy stream. It was apparent that she had come to see him with impure intentions. Moreover, she had done so right after his shift ended, when the streets in this part of the city were no different to the middle of the night.
"Why?" The girl laughed, introducing herself, "I'm Grisha, the café owner's only daughter. You are handsome, so I thought I'll give you a ride. Don't make a lady wait, get in."
"Well…" He scratched his cheek, letting out a wry smile, "Sorry ma'am, but I still have another shift left."
"It's fine," Grisha waved her hand, "I'll drop you there. It's faster in my car."
"I don't wish to impose on you. You are the boss's daughter, after all." Compass Carburettor acted polite, making it seem like him imposing on her offer would be tantamount to bringing down her level.
He was implying, 'You are the boss's daughter while I'm a low waged worker. You shouldn't give a lift to someone like me.'
In response to his words, Grisha opened the door, patting the seat beside her, "I don't care about that. My friends ditched on me at the last minute. And, I don't want to go on a ride alone. If my mother didn't say good things about you, I wouldn't have allowed you even enter my car. Now, get in!"
Her last sentence was almost like she was barely able to control herself from threatening him.
'You have retorted your previous claims a couple of times yourself.' He thought, 'And, your mother only saw me once.'
Though, it was apparent that she had zero intentions of leaving him alone. Moreover, if the situation escalated and the authorities were called for one reason or another, his background would be investigated.
And, they'll find out that he didn't even have an identity. He would definitely be questioned. And at worst, he might even be sentenced to prison for being a spy or terrorist that had sneaked into the place.
The fact that he worked low-paying jobs that didn't require one to furnish their ID cards would only serve to cement him as guilty.
'This would be a bit of a pain.' He thought, sighing as he entered the car, closing the door as he noticed the Mental Energy stream full of lust double in intensity instantly.
"That's the spirit!" Grisha laughed as she pedalled the accelerator, changing the gear as the car whirred into life, blazing on the roads at tremendous speeds immediately.
He noticed through the Mental Energy stream that she was excited, tremendously so. And through his sharp senses, he noticed that her thighs were mildly trembling from the excitement. 'Driving in such a state is pretty bad.'
Thinking so, he said immediately, "Stop! I'll drive!"
"Eh? You will?" Grisha looked at him before grinning, "Oh my. Are you the type that loves to take charge of things?"
"Well, something like that." Compass Carburettor nodded, frowning in worry upon seeing that the shivering in Grisha's thighs seemed to be getting more and more intense, 'Has she been drugged?'
This was the first line of thought that struck him, heaving a sigh of relief once she managed to stop the car, albeit with a couple of jerks.
Compass Carburettor exited the car and arrived before the other side, opening the door when he saw Grisha's eyes trail towards his nether region for an instant before she got up, brushed past him slowly before taking a seat on the other side.
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