“Four-ten,” stated the clerk in what was clearly a South African accent.
“Cheers mate,” Eric replied in his flat American accent, handing the man his money and heading back into the darkened street.
Whatever the weather Eric always tried to enjoy his walk home. It was his time of solitude and reflection. He didn’t have to think about his experiments or deal with his flatmates, it was just him, and his thoughts. Rain drops pattered in puddles and on cement as he walked enveloping him in a cacoon of white noise, perfect for such a contemplative stroll. Of course he found himself at home all too soon. Eric took the last sip of his rapidly cooling chamomile tea and headed inside.
“Well hello there! Jesus mate do you ever take a break?”