"Listen, I've got a proposition for you," Azure's firm voice flew across the soft wind of the graveyard, "something mutually beneficial."
Elliot stepped back slightly, "I doubt that."
Azure stepped closer and the street light flickered; he the...
But as he walked by, Azure whispered into his ear, "Remember, show up when I text you," causing Elliot to roll his eyes.
With that, Azure left and Elliot was alone again.
I really can't deal with him. He sighed.
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Why me anyway?
Is it cause he thinks I'm a pushover? He laughed at himself.
...No use mulling over Azure's thoughts. —Whether he's hiding something or not, this is a golden opportunity.
Elliot's eyes narrowed in thought.
But am I just trying to convince myself?
The coffee brewer safely tucked away, the counter wiped clean of sugar dropped from pastries — the sink occasionally dripped dead droplets.
He began heading down the subway.
It was a little embarrassing but a small part of him was still a little scared of the night.
As he was rounding a corner, he found a couple eating each other's faces.
Oops.
He promptly turned around to get onto the subway platform in a more roundabout way with a small blush tinting the back of his ears.
He was now back home.
***
Soon, he let out a yawn as he finished his weekly planning.
It was midnight.
The time where one day bled into the next: his solace.
A time where light wasn't filled with everything: expectations, vulnerability, and knowledge.
How odd knowledge was, seemingly fleeting yet never fully there.
To be honest, he was never honest.
...He opened a black binder.
It was finally the weekend.
***
Saturday, October 3, 2020
The cool, metallic smell of the underground subway clung to his clothes as he walked up the worn steps.
He then felt a rush of air as he was greeted by the afternoon blinding sun that beamed down on the world.
Elliot blinked rapidly to adjust his eyes as he saw the colorful, bustling greater downtown area unfold before his eyes.
The city greeted him with its cacophony of sounds as the car horns blared, construction power drills wailed, and trails of conversation floated by his ears.
