The time before dawn is the most sensitive.
Night shift employees have just put on their jackets and walked out of the money pit, and customers who are dead drunk will crawl out from neon-less corners to prepare to head home, making the streets noisy again.
People release their remaining sensibility under the cover of darkness, fearing the sunlight will rise in the next second.
The radio calls this feeling "dawn anxiety".
John ascended the escalator of the Bolago Club, brushed past the skewed customers in the mall, and walked through the glass door of the Tipsy Bikini bar.
He happened to bump into someone causing trouble.
It was a thug in a vest, with slicked-back hair.
"...I don't fucking want trouble either, just bring me a plate of this kind of meat, are you deaf? Why the fuck didn't I see this stuff on the bar menu."
He pointed to the seat by the bar.
Gino was sitting there.
Opposite him was Angelica with the drinks.
