"We're expecting you." He heard from inside.

"You may enter." Another voice came.

He was sweating now, fuck, he left the window open and some people climbed in. But what the fuck else can he do now. He'd have to scare them get em to run.

He braced himself and burst through the...

Howard felt like he was now really alone. He didn't know where the go fish guy lived. 

As he trudged back to his room, he felt like he was transversing the artic or something like it. A desolate wasteland he thought. There was nothing, no animals no humans. 

In his...

There was something calming about the room. The clothes tumbling in the dryer, and his in the washer. There was a limit, and Howard looked up, about 40 minutes.

"Do you have a 6 of hearts." He asked Howard.

"No, go fish." The man said. 

They never exchanged names even.

This game felt...

"Sorry dude, I moved yours so I could start mine."

Howard looked at saw a guy his age, with long brown hair. He was remarkably tall, but other than that all of his other features were plain.

Howard saw his ball of clothes on the wood table in the middle, it already...

He wondered if people ever wondered about him. He imagined some people did. He had deleted his  Facebook awhile ago, then made an instagram, but deleted that too. Now he had one without a photo, making it harder to find. Sometimes he'd like to know if anyone was thinking about...

He had to take stock of his room. The day had enough time and him enough energy to put everything in place. 

Spring cleaning he called it. It was too quiet he thought so he didn’t want to leave his door open but he would leave it unlocked. Playing music,...

He ordered before leaving the cafe a double espresso. It was about 3pm and sunny. It was crisp and bright. 

"Do you want it in a to go mug?"

"No, no I'll just drink it here."

The barista put it in a big cup, didn't have one for an espresso. Howard had...

The cafe was also empty. He ordered a mocha again and sat by the window. But now it felt less like a spot unobtainable, and more like it was his office. It was expecting him as much as he was expecting it. 

He was the only one in the cafe...

He hadn't notice how sweaty. He was. 

"Wait, fuck my money."

Spencer and Mike heard him and laughed. 

"We're not going back there."

"Not tonight."

"But the pizza?"

"Bro I got you."

Mike and Spencer sort of engulfed Howard, into their pair. The three of them walked down Grand River liked they owned it. Granted...

Howard had a twenty in his wallet. Didn't know why, just a habit of keeping it since living at home. His dad always told him "cash is king" or "What if your little card gets declined? I always know how much I have."

The table was a weird conglomerate of people,...