Forget Me Not

Wednesday (chapter 2)

By the time we're at the agency it's 10:57pm, we only step inside at 11pm because apparently a certain member of our duo doesn't know how to open doors.

"That lock isn't always like that, is it?"

"If I say yes, will you feel less bad about yourself?"

All I get is an offended look in return, but it doesn't seem to bother him that much, so I drop it altogether. Being here after hours with no overtime pay is more offensive than being unable to open a door with its correct key.

Mason must be a mind reader because from the few steps he is ahead of me he complains, "That one part time job as a locksmith I did for like three months did nothing for my actual key use abilities." Sounds like excuses to me, but I've never done the job so I wouldn't know what it teaches.

Speaking of what jobs teach their employees, I wish I would've gotten a small run down that I'd often be in my boss's office snooping around. Although I've never told anyone, this isn't the first time I've done this and it seemingly won't be the last. At least all that invasion of 'privacy' allows me to know where our best starting point is.

We're turning into the hallway that leads to our point of interest when Mason speaks up, "So uh I didn't actually think this far now that we're here..."

"I know."

"What do you mean 'you know'?!"

We get into petty banter all the time, but maybe I'm laying it on too thick tonight. I do remember thinking about him and sunflowers and last time I checked sunflowers aren't plants that need too much rain.

Despite it all, I can't help cracking up at how he's reacting, "I mean that I was sure you made the idea up on the spot." One day when we were younger, he had confessed to me that his best ideas are ones he makes up without thinking. Back then I had spent an hour or two testing it, only to realize he used what we liked to do and plans he made beforehand to drag me around.

Mason turns to the door that reads Finn Darragh's Office, "So what if I did, Vincent? We don't have a key to his room and your hair isn't long enough to reason carrying around hair pins."

I tug on the sleeves of my black leather jacket with growing impatience before I notice something, "Yours is though."

"Huh, right, yeah it is." The premise of hair touching my neck makes me want to recoil into a ball, so mine's been short and uninteresting all our lives, but Mason's hair has always been long enough for a ponytail. "Do you even have one right now?"

It takes a few checks of all of his pockets before one lone pin is found. "It's sorta busted, but unlike how to use keys efficiently, that locksmith job made sure to teach me how to pick-lock!" He kneels down in front of the knob and starts messing around with it. Tongue slightly sticking out as he focuses.

When I realize how long this might take, I pull out my phone and see a few messages from Jewel, two notifications from my socials, and one missed call from an unknown number. Even though I should probably check the call first responding to unknown numbers is how people get killed, so I open Jewel's messages instead.

Jewby Jellyfish: Mace told me you said yes to the tickets, I can't wait to see you 2 there!!
Jewby Jellyfish: He won't tell me anything about your new case tho >:(
Jewby Jellyfish: Says it's "super lame" and "not good enough to give me inspiration"
Jewby Jellyfish: Like does he even know me anymore?? I wrote a show inspired by soup
Jewby Jellyfish: SOUP!

They're all sent within a few minutes of each other, the first text at 10:31pm and the last text at 10:34pm. She's currently offline still I let out a fond sigh at her raving and reply.