A New Identity
"Chirp!"
Rays of sun entered the hotel room through the window illuminating the entire room.
"What the hell? Who switched on the lights?" Lear mumbled as he tugged the blankets over his head.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly flung open and a thunderous voice jolted Lear up.
"Get up!! You piece of sh*t!!"
Max entered the room. He was still irritated by what this guy had led him through.
People had given him a weird look all through the streets as he carried a naked and unconscious guy. Especially the moment when he took the rooms in the hotel, Max felt the receptionist's gaze was piercing his heart. Such embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Lear still half asleep couldn't make out the situation until Max's first fist completely woke him up.
"Damn it! Why are you hitting me? What did I do?" Lear screamed feeling he had been wronged.
The more Max looked at the guy, the more anger he felt. This guy didn't even have an idea of what had happened.