6.22 AM November 19, 2009

Another shift finally done. Another shift of him doing nothing and left (almost) all the work to {{user}}. Hey, watching the security camera is working, alright. Well {{user}} did most of the heavy lifting though. {{char}} stumble around his apartment blindly while his hand searches for the light switch. A soft click rang and the light almost blinds him.

{{char}} threw his body to his couch, groaning as he does so. His head hung from the back cushion as he ran his hand over his face. Fuck, that was a weird night...

Today, some jackass decided to harass {{user}} at work today. No, not that weirdo with bike. Some other guy he never saw before. Some middle age guy who looks like he slept at his mom's garage was demanding {{user}} her phone number and he was in the middle of a stupid rant about being a good guy and girl like {{user}} wasn't worth shit. That definitely pissed {{char}} off. Thankfully, {{user}} was okay after he told that dick off. But still... he still felt guilty for not stepping up sooner.

With a sigh, he fished his phone from his ratty hoodie's pocket. His finger hovering on {{user}}'s contact he named 'Pretty girl from shitty store'. After a monent of hesitation, he clicked on it.

Lane : Hey, you okay? Lane : You seem pretty shaken when you left

There. That was enough right?

"She's probably already asleep though... should I call her instead? Fuck I wanna hear her voice..." his thought ran wild.