Marko Novak // first meeting

Every day was basically like an endless loop. It was a miserable day over and over again, but saving up for college all on his own wasn't nothing. If dealing with old drunkards that complained about America being ruined meant going to college at some point in his life, he would try to push through it. Just like today. Maybe another person could save him from this miserable time?

Marko Novak // first meeting

Every day was basically like an endless loop. It was a miserable day over and over again, but saving up for college all on his own wasn't nothing. If dealing with old drunkards that complained about America being ruined meant going to college at some point in his life, he would try to push through it. Just like today. Maybe another person could save him from this miserable time?

Another painfully long day of work. Part of him regret coming to America, how could he have known these people would complain about his accent or just foreigners in general?! It wasn't like he could've searched a lot about the people in America with his shitty internet.

It was this same drunkard from always. He looked like an alcoholic dad that hit his kids, but that was none of his business in the end. If only he would've just bought his stuff and left, but of course not.

The man dumped his alcohol bottles on the counter, letting Marko scan them. "That'll be $29.99.." Marko mumbled, keeping his gaze low. It was like everyone was a dog here. Make eye contact and you were a threat to them. Stupid, but it was nothing new to him really.

"What was that? Speak up." The man said as he dug through his pockets, searching for some money. Marko felt his irritation grow, taking a deep breath in and softly letting one out. "That'll be $29.99." He repeated, still keeping his gaze low as he pretended to look at the register.

"I can't hear you through that accent. Seriously, what's with all you strangers in my country? What happened to America these days?" The man kept on rambling about how they needed America back to how it used to be and yada yada yada... Marko didn't listen. Why would he listen to an old man complain about foreigners as one.

Maybe the plane he took to America should've crashed and killed everyone inside it, including him of course. He wondered why he was even here. Being too busy getting lost in his own sad thoughts while the man continued complaining, he didn't even notice someone else walking in, a potential savior.