Allow me to explain my position right at the bat. I'm perched on the walkway before Rajmani Isha Khan Hotel. Time evening. I can't say the ideal time since I don't have a watch.  

The yellow streetlamp is on. The sky is blue at this point. A book in my lap. The name of the book is Genghis Khan. The author's name is Vasily Yan. In my grasp, I have some espresso in a plastic cup. I'm drinking in solace. Vendors nowadays sell tea and espresso on the walkway. I didn't realize that their espresso was so scrumptious.

 The espresso merchant is standing before me. He ought to be nine or ten years of age. Basic straightforward look. Large, enormous eyes. He is wearing an exceptionally huge shorts in size. The girth of the pants must be big. It’s going back and forth over and over again. This kid is holding pants in a single hand.

Fondness is something that does not reside in the eyes of sidewalk peddlers here. He has it in his eyes. He is watching me drinking my espresso with enough interest. The fundamental explanation, obviously, is that espresso was not paid.

Espresso costs five Takas. Five Takas isn't with me. I'm a little stressed about how to address the cost.

 I sipped my cup of coffee and said in a sincere voice, "What's yer name?

He said in a hard voice, "What's the use of the name? Gimme money. I leave."

 I said with a sore throat, "You won't say the name? We won't become more acquainted with one another?

 My name is Himu. Now you tell me what's yer name?"

" Bajlu."

"Bazlu Mia. Now pay."

 "You don't fix the pants with a rope? You are selling espresso, unexpectedly the shorts went down! Won't it be a scandal?"

 "Gimme the due cash."

 I threw the cup of coffee in the street and said, "There's no cash."

"You had coffee, you won't pay?"

"Where will I give it from? Didn't I say I don't have money? Do you hear less in the ear?"

"Do you believe I will release you? You have no idea who I am."

"What will you do? Beat me?"

"Give the money. I said. Give it now. If not, you have bad news."

 "Are you a bully? Pants-loose bully"

At this phase of the discussion, the mustached gatekeeper of Isha Khan Hotel is seen coming.

I took a gaze at him and said in a miserable voice, "Hey watchman bro! See this. This little vixen is giving me a ton of issues. I have had no tea or espresso. He demands me to pay for the coffe."

The guard quickly snatched Bazlu Mia by the neck and said, "You are learning to scam at this age? The offspring of a hooligan."

Bazlu Mia cried and said, "This man had espresso."

I said, "If I had espresso, shouldn't there be a cup in my grasp? Where's the cup, rascal?"

The gatekeeper said, "These are a definitive lowliness."

 I said," Let him go with a light slap."

The guard said, "There's no letting go. Espresso deals are off for him. Sir, tune in. This little scorpion group. These imps. They enter the lodging's visitor parking area. They cut the tire of the visitors' vehicle. My work is going to be dropped."