He didn't know whether it was because of the tension or some other reason, but Johnny's trembling hand fished a small glass bottle out from his yellowing pocket.
He quickly pushed the lid of the glass bottle open with his thumb and took out a small pill, which he popped into his mouth.
Without water, he just swallowed it down.
Actually, the pill couldn't have taken effect in the short journey from his mouth to his stomach, but mysteriously, his somewhat shaking hand steadied, and it seemed he had become calmer overall.
A bitter smile lingered on his face, "Mr. Lance..."
Lance walked to the cabinet, looked around, and finally chose a double ham sandwich.
Johnny took out the sandwich and placed it on the counter.
After taking the sandwich, Lance took a bite, "You're the best baker on this street, Johnny, their food doesn't taste like this."
He paused for a moment, "Today is 'bill day,' I hope you haven't forgotten."
