After getting off on the motorcycle, Traizle immediately got her phone from her mini bag. Dialing the person who ordered from their snack bar, but it seems like the line isn't available. Traizle tried to text the person, but no reply at all. "Don't tell me that this is a freaking prank." she said, trying to shake off the thought that it was a prank. Looking at the food she brought. Full pack on the container with two large plastic bags on her motorcycle's handlebars. Thinking of the money she might waste if it was a prank, she tried to dial the number again, but it was still not available. "Delivery for Mr. Zarsuelo!" She shouted. Thinking that the person is near her and waiting for the delivery as well, yet still, to no avail. Ten minutes have passed, the food is already cold. No Mr. Zarsuelo around, no one is answering the calls nor her texts. The line was always busy, and it seems like it will stay busy as it is. Traizle sighed with disappointment. The money she will get turns
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