Time to face the music… He thought to himself, almost gloomily, as he started the engine in his car and pulled out of his driveway before merging into his lane.
Work felt tense that week. Kazard had arrived that Tuesday morning and didn’t quite know what to expect from Arya.
Was she going to be hiding behind the dumpsters, beckoning him to come over? Was she going to confront him at his workstation and gloat over him? Had she already outed his secret, and were his fellow employees already inside waiting to mock him?
His worried thoughts chased themselves around his head as he strode into the front door of his work building, nodding curtly to his boss at the front desk who didn’t seem to be paying him any attention.