Joey left the bar, a little sway in his walk. A bit sadder than when he started the night. Joey looked at his phone again no messages. There was some likes on a picture he posted. The first picture in awhile. When he was with Carianne she would tell him people don't post when they're sad. If he thinks about it, this past week he was happy. Even if the guy with the dog didn't show up. He talked to the bartender, somthing he'd never do, and he had learned when Ciabatta was invented. He laughed to himself. Sitting at the bus stop. He was hungry. For greasy food or something with cheese and tomato sauce. So he went to the only spot open this late in
Westcity
Georgio's
to get a slice.
Keith all the way in
Spacecity
was confused. Joey left the delivery outside, and he hadn't been back in the department since 6pm and further still the humidity was nearing 80. Much too high for an apartment this size. His current E-book was nearly 90% read but didn't change at all this week. What was he doing. He checked cameras around the house. He thought about going to another watchers station. Maybe he could text the friends for real. He had to find Joey.
