From their last conversation, it had passed a few days, mostly because the girl was always busy. Skyler had heard things, mostly from Tyler, about her boss. Harry Kress seemed one bossy, annoying old dude. From his own experience, people who were too angry, usually remained there, angry. He lived with that daily with Samar and his training wasn’t an exception. Let alone, seemed like another Sidera as well, people with a view a little bit too high of themselves.
But that wasn’t his business so he simply didn’t mingled when he wasn’t supposed to. Unless he wanted to. But for now, Skyler had come back from a training sessions, cracking the joints of his neck and spine, thankfully, no cuts or something that needed more attention, meaning no trip to see Nani, and have a nag. And since Meghan had insistently asked what the hell did he do for a living, well why not?
And after searching for his phone inside his bag, he popped a beer open and prompted himself on his couch. For someone else, with a right reasoning mind, this was a bad idea. For Skyler, the one who never thought with reason, nothing was a bad idea.
So you wanted to know what I do? Come over to my apartment and I’ll tell you.
His apartment was the safest place he could think to talk about this, and so after sending her the text, Skyler chose a song from his phone and let it play as he sipped on his beer.