“Not at all. He visits me at work all the time.”
“I’m not sure that’s the same thing-” Joe began, but was quickly cut
off.
“Just give me ten minutes to make sure he’s okay.” Jacob responded
and checked his phone one more time. Something felt off. “He isn’t
normally this quiet- I just want to ask him what his thoughts are. He’s
usually really good about these things.”
“Well, if you think it’s a good idea then we should stop by. But who
knows if he’s even there.”
“It’s a Saturday. His busiest hair day of the week. He starts in two hours
so he should be halfway through his beauty routine by now- we’ll be fine.” “Alright. If you think this is a good idea, I shall follow. Lead the way
and I will be on my best behaviour.” Joe smiled at him and gave him a
quick peck on the cheek. Jacob flushed as he took Joe’s hand and guided
him towards the entrance to Tic’s building. It was an older structure, but
it had a unique character. It felt like it belonged on a beachfront instead of
in the middle of the city but was unique enough for Tic to consider it liveable. He was always more attracted to style over substance- even when
it came to living arrangements.
There was no answer from the buzzer, but a regular of thebuilding
allowed Jacob and Joe in and they whisked up the sixth floor. Upon arriving at the apartment, suite 9, Jacob was disappointed when
Tic didn’t answer the door when he knocked. He knocked several times
before calling Tic again but there was no answer.
After what felt like hours, Jacob looked to Joe and felt a creeping
concern crawl into his consciousness. This felt off- but Joe didn’t seem too
concerned.
“I don’t get it, he should be here.” Jacob frowned.
“Maybe he went home with someone?” Joe asked.
“I mean, that’s very like him- but then I’d be getting details about…
nevermind. But maybe? I just don’t know why he isn’t answering the
phone. He loves his phone. He never goes anywhere without it.” Jacob
paced a bit outside before knocking on the door again in hopes he would
