09-05-2018, 03:40 PM
It wasn’t like he wanted to ignore Aryin. There were just priorities taking the top spot over what was called a silly one time fling. Not Laruentius’s words himself, rather those a little concerned. They even brought up another question: If he was so certain he could have brought the little secret relationship open, why hadn’t he done so? As a result, the matter of college exams, working at a coffee shop of all places to brush up on his skills and a few delivery runs had more precedence over Aryin. He had been going for close to four weeks and well, his body seemingly gave in to the exhaustion one morning.
His balance felt really off and he just felt really bad. Nausea was there particularly, but that was nothing less than having a quick fix of Ginger tea. He felt a bit more better, but the exhaustion was still there. He would just have to take the day a little more slow, a white track jacket and gray sweatpants worn as he looked fit for a jog. He glanced at his phone, seeing another missed call and voicemail from his what he registered as Aryin. He did not know who it was the first few times until the texts came. To think he might have actually made Aryin feel such a way about him.
As he walked through the city, he kept the backpack he carried rather tight. No chances could be taken with the contents inside slipping out. There weren’t drugs, but it was a rather expensive package all the same, some that most could try to kill for. He had a rather luxurious client to deliver it out to as well, a large building towering over him as he glanced at the complex of which the lofty resided. With a deep breath, he entered inside the lobby, his guard still held even then as he pressed a button to take him to the twentieth floor in the elevator. He would be in and out.
His balance felt really off and he just felt really bad. Nausea was there particularly, but that was nothing less than having a quick fix of Ginger tea. He felt a bit more better, but the exhaustion was still there. He would just have to take the day a little more slow, a white track jacket and gray sweatpants worn as he looked fit for a jog. He glanced at his phone, seeing another missed call and voicemail from his what he registered as Aryin. He did not know who it was the first few times until the texts came. To think he might have actually made Aryin feel such a way about him.
As he walked through the city, he kept the backpack he carried rather tight. No chances could be taken with the contents inside slipping out. There weren’t drugs, but it was a rather expensive package all the same, some that most could try to kill for. He had a rather luxurious client to deliver it out to as well, a large building towering over him as he glanced at the complex of which the lofty resided. With a deep breath, he entered inside the lobby, his guard still held even then as he pressed a button to take him to the twentieth floor in the elevator. He would be in and out.