Humanity needs a lesson in humility...
Daken gave his apartment one final walk-through. He’d cleaned out the refrigerator and cabinets; there would be no food left to spoil if something should delay his return. The nosy old woman across the hall had agreed to plant-sit for him, amused perhaps at the young punk’s concern over a stupid plant.
He had plans, and so he’d told her he’d be gone a week. Mrs. Finklestein would keep her prying eyes on the comings and goings. It was, after all, what she did best.
Picking up his bag from beside the door, he stepped out, locking the door methodically behind him. This trip would be thoroughly enjoyable, and it was something he was looking forward to doing alone. So when he hit the sidewalk outside his apartment and smelled a familiar scent, he couldn’t stop the mild growl of annoyance. Why now, of all times?
Darcy Lewis, your timing couldn’t possibly be worse