Jasmine*

Two men walked in through the gate and I followed behind them immediately because the gatekeepers were engaging in chit-chat, laughing and sipping alcohol directly from the bottle.

One of the men was Austin, he had a briefcase in one hand and he was communicating with the technician who was supposed to repair his vehicle that had broken down.

"The car is at mile 2, mile 2, don't you hear properly? Do I need to shout?"

"His eyes met me when I was about to turn around,"

"Hey, hey you. Is ...