[Klayko]

There were many elevators, butceven with six everything felt like an eternity. The stops were frequent. If it was not a chatty Kathy who wanted everyone to hear their conversation, it was a child whose parent refused to contain their tantrum. Thank the heavens for a headset and music because he might have gotten a little more annoyed than he already was. As the elevator chimed, our went Larry at long last, no attention being paid other than the fact he was finally free of the nightmare. Running smack into someone else however, that was not a part of the plan. He groaned as he glanced. Right before him, or what he collected of himself to stand anyways, was Aryin himself. The thought had hardly crossed Larry’s mind that he was going to his apartment, building rather, to deliver something for Romeo. Talk about awkward.

“Buongiorno,” he said. Good morning. It was still a nervous response however as he looked everywhere else but directly at Aryin himself.