He ended the call and stood in the lane for a moment, looking at the street ahead of him. The evening had gone fully dark, the amber light entirely gone now, the street lit by the particular orange of the sodium lamps that District 4's residential sections used.
"Yeah, some progress, alright," he started walking. "I can already tell that she's going to feel that sense of longing towards me."
"Your husband needs to come home fast or maybe at least call you before I take her even more." Mike laughed while walking, and he's lucky that there's no one around him.
He had made it about two blocks when he heard footsteps behind him, and then alongside him, and then a familiar voice said, "What the fuck...?"
"The hell are you doing in my street?"
Mike looked to his left. Jay was there, still wearing his athletics kit from training, with a bag slung over one shoulder and an expression that indicated he was contemplating a response before reacting.
