The next morning found Ean running into work an hour late. I hate to admit it, he confessed, but as bad as some aspects of my job are, it isn’t really that bad. No-one comes back to the break room unless there’s something seriously wrong. So aside from bringing in the mail and running out the coffee, I actually get a lot of time to myself here. He paused to catch his breath.
What with The Gang constantly invading my home, he ironically added, this is more of a private sanctuary than the apartment is.
Uh… that’s not ironic, he told me before jogging into the break room where a stranger looked up at his entrance.
Ean yelped in surprise and tried skidding to a halt. Unfortunately, his feet didn’t stop quite as fast as the rest of him: they slipped out from under him and he fell backward, smacking his head against the floor.