A few agonizing minutes pass of me waiting, and then finally the door opens.
The guy’s back.
He steps in, scanning the room until his eyes land on Alex immediately, and he walks straight over, holding a small pharmacy bag a little tighter than necessary.
There’s still that slight stiffness to him.
Like he’s not entirely comfortable with what he’s carrying.
Alex steps forward, meeting him halfway.
“Got it?” he asks, calm as ever.
The guy nods quickly, handing the bag over.
“Yeah. Everything.”
“Like you said.”
Alex takes the bag without even glancing inside.
“Good,” he says simply.
The guy nods once, then steps back, already slipping away to rejoin the others.
Max glances over briefly.
“That quick?”
“Efficient,” Alex replies.
The conversation shifts again, moving on like not
