Chapter Eight
Faz: Hey, you coming?
Jenny: Sorry I’m running late, guys. Got held up at work. A lady threw a fit about her salmon not being free range.
Greg: What does that even mean?
Jenny: Nothing. It’s literally not a thing. But I still had to talk her down until the next shift manager clocked in.
Faz: I was talking to Zack. Are you going to make it, or do you have to finish your math homework first?
Zack: Be right there.
First, he needed to shed the WesterNeon apparel. No way was he training in all that.
Zack pulled off the fringed jacket and scowled when DaEvo removed points from his stats. He kept the “Stylish” title, but his stats continued to lower as he pulled off the polka dot boots, jeans, and button-up shirt.
Whatever.
Zack took a quick shower, tossed a dirty towel ov
