The kid, realistically 26, said it in his mind. "Blue 3." He liked it, annoyingly, he usually hated these things. He hated visiting corporate. Liked more actually putting code down. Writing and making. Not this shit, but his other boss, maybe a mentor, although he'd never call him that to his face, told him he has to start doing this shit. Meeting the corporate guys, getting his name out there, contributing to meetings. The old guy always told him he had good ideas.
"But good ideas don't mean shit if you don't tell anyone."
He liked him enough, Steven was his name, about 20 years older. Wicked smart, but again he would never tell him that, but also seemed years behind in the actual world. Like not really, he had two kids in high school, but in like the whole world he was behind. Didn't know shit about music, or like what people actually do for fun. He wore two watches which Kevin hated, an apple one, and then a fit bit. He didn't understand they both do the same thing he wanted to tell him.
But he liked him well enough didn't have to say much, and he was always appreciative. Now they'd fly back, back to home so he could finally sleep.
"But good ideas don't mean shit if you don't tell anyone."
He liked him enough, Steven was his name, about 20 years older. Wicked smart, but again he would never tell him that, but also seemed years behind in the actual world. Like not really, he had two kids in high school, but in like the whole world he was behind. Didn't know shit about music, or like what people actually do for fun. He wore two watches which Kevin hated, an apple one, and then a fit bit. He didn't understand they both do the same thing he wanted to tell him.
But he liked him well enough didn't have to say much, and he was always appreciative. Now they'd fly back, back to home so he could finally sleep.
