On a rush morning, August took a day off again even though he couldn't go to work yesterday because of Charles Remington. However, he got permission first from Miss Johens, so he would only go absent with official leave.

Wearing his usual plain white t-shirt and faded jeans, he stood in front of the mirror to check his appearance.

"I look... average," August muttered as his gaze fixed on the small hole near the collar of his shirt.

Some of his shirts were like this. If they didn't have a hole in them, some were faded or too old that he had a hard time disposing of. August thought he lived like that because he wanted to give everything to Samantha.

But it's been a long time now. Still, nothing changed except the fact that he was able to escape from people's monitoring of his life.

"This might bring a small change," August told himself as he walked out of his small house.

But because the area where he lived was rural, he couldn't find any malls near him. With that, he traveled the