They both laughed and Charles left at this. Was it a joke? Ezekiel always felt awkward with things like this. Why did we have to say anything. It wasn't even fucking funny.
He felt jittery a bit, he felt excited. He thought at this point another cup wouldn't hurt him. It's only up from here. Jennifer hated this about him too, he drank too much coffee, it always induced some kind of anxiety hyper fixating on this or that. But now he could just think about this, how good the plan will work now. It wasn't even him who suggested it. It was Charles, good ole chuck.
He might get a double espresso. Across from the lab, there was a cafe.
Espresso Royale
it was called filled usually with students, and workers of the lab. It was a place they'd go as a lab, he'd buy the coffee then leave. He was in such a good mood he felt like he'd buy the whole place coffee.
He walked there long legged strides, he didn't even notice up entering.
Keith? What the fuck is he doing?
"Keith, hows it going? uh How goes it?"
"Fine, yeah, all fine, almost time for another reading. Its looking good though."
"Good to hear, nice nice yeah, good to hear."
"Well see you sir. I'll update you at the meeting."
