After Gris left Outpost Town, with quickened steps, he hurried towards the Los Angeles suburbs.
The cold touch in his arms and the tinkling of metal made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. The thought of another reward waiting for him made him so excited that he almost wanted to sing. If he counted the deposit he received earlier and the payment from the mysterious man, his assets now exceeded 1,000 bottle caps.
After so many years of picking up rubbish in California, it was the first time he has seen so many bottle caps. If he didn't really understand the meaning of the word getting rich overnight, now he had experienced firsthand what it feels like.
He already planned out how he would spend the money.
