Travis would be crying in a bathroom stall, clenching a empty letter slot, the paper he was going to give to Sal on the bathroom floor near the trashcan

But he’d freeze when he heard footsteps. When he heard the voice, it was Sal.

Sal: “Anyone in there?”

Travis would pause, before answering

“No duh, fuckward. Buzz off!”

Travis would say, trying to hide the sadness in his voice, replacing it with anger