Hendrix kept his word. With that, he zeroed in on me, who had kept a small distance from him. He then held my hand as if he was afraid that there were onlookers who didn't notice us. I blushed and said nothing.
Though I felt no embarrassment, I couldn't help finding it odd when a large crowd kept staring at us. When taking a stroll in the night market, being comfortable and free was important, so what was the group of people doing following us?
I had to think of a way to get rid of them. When we turned the corner, we happened to be outside the flagship store I was in before. Without a second thought, I dragged Hendrix through the door and went straight up to the VIP area on the second floor.
As soon as we stepped through the door, a large crowd poured in. An attendant was completely taken aback by that situation. "Everyone, our store has limited capacity. Kindly get in the queue..."
As I snickered at my wit, I sped up my pace and dashed upstairs.
Upon arriving on the second floor, we heard the staff downstairs having a conflict with the guests.
"My apologies, the second floor is the VIP area of our store. You're not allowed to enter, thank you."
"It's merely a membership card. How much is it? Let's take one. Who are you looking down on?"
"Of course, Sir. As long as you spend 38,888 dollars, you will be automatically upgraded to a VIP customer. Would you like to pay with credit card or cash?"
The man fell silent.
Nosy people would usually not spend a lot of money for the sake of watching the fun. As they were sure that we would eventually have to leave the shop, the crowd dispersed in resentment.
Leaning to look over the railing, I was relieved to see that business had resumed in the store.
Hendrix leaned in to glance at the lower floor before backing away, saying, "They just want to share our joy with us. You were too worked up about it."
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