when ivan,
glanced at,
the clock,
in his phone,
i knew that,
the time,
was up,
for him.
what i didn't,
know was that,
the time,
was up,
for ash,
too.
he asked,
if i was,
going to leave,
any soon?
'my mom,
is working still,'
answered for me.
he said,
he'll stay,
a bit longer,
and ivan,
could join,
their friends,
who were,
already,
at the arcade.
and the acquaintance,
who resembled,
s. rogers,
left.
