Chapter 30

The pretty girl cast a fleeting glance at my superbike, her eyes tracing its sleek lines with a mix of curiosity and awe. She turned to me, her gaze inquisitive, and asked, “Do you rich?”

“Kind of,” I replied, the corner of my mouth lifting in a half-smile.

“Give me $200, no $300,” she boldly requested, her voice carrying a hint of daring.

She was like a red flag of impatience, her eyes glinting with a mix of hope and skepticism. I reached into my wallet, the leather creaking slightly under my fingers, and pulled out three crisp $100 bills. Handing them over, I watched her expression transform.

“Wow, thank you,” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at me. “Now I am good.”

[You get 3,000 positive karma.]

Satisfied, I nodded, “Alright,” and revved up my superbike, the engine's roar cutting through the air. I sped away, leaving her behind, but not far down the road, I encountered the long-haired girl walking home, each step laden with weariness. She was the girl contemplatin
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