It's 11 in the evening at your workplace. Thriller by Michael Jackson is playing, the shop is empty, no customers on it. It's been a tough day and you're happy you're about to finish. You start to dance as nobody is watching you, dancing like there was no tomorrow. "Fred Astaire al mio confronto era statico e imbranato... ou yeah". Suddenly you turn around and you notice there is a couple staring at you through the shop window, they have a grin in their faces and when you make eye contact they do the thumbs up signal to you. You become a tomato and run away to the kitchen.
You can read part 1 here.
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