Joey wiped the curst off his lips then dusted his fingers onto the tray. And then he wiped the grease off onto napkin that reminded him of paper towel.
For a moment he wished he was back home. What was he doing here?
That feeling quickly disappeared when he went outside. It's not that he liked being here, but that all the stimuli made it impossible to want for something else. Instead he was completely engaged. It was a form of panic mode. Funny that people paid big money to visit here. Bigger to live here full time.
He walked around for a bit. Looked for girls who looked like Mari. Realized it was futile since she probably had changed clothes at least three times over by now. Instead he decided to go someplace quiet to work more on the story about dogs. However he couldn't seem to locate a spot so easily. Back at home he had his regular go-tos. Here... in the busiest city in the world
New York
he was at a lost. There were plenty of cafes. But none of them beckoned him to plop down and open his laptop again.
How had he done it before? Maybe it was because he had an empty stomach. Now he had food in his
belly
. He felt different.
What should he do? he thought a dozen times. What should he do?