“I’ll keep my eye out.”
“I’ll mention it to Rafe to make sure you do.”
“IsaidI’ll do it.” Ezreal hated when Darius acted like a naggy parent.
“How’d the volunteer interview go?” he asked, pausing at the door. “Did you find a way out of it?”
“It wasn’t an interview. I met a couple of children, so I guess I'll do it.” Ezreal was careful not to look up. While Rafe might be the most sensitive to Ezreal’s social phobias, Darius was the friend who was most likely to read other issues into any comments.
“Just a couple of kids?”
“They’re the teacher’s two children.”
“And their mom? Did you meet her?”
Darius wasn’t going to let it go. It was time for Ezreal to put some of his time management training to work. He stood and stretched.
“Yes, I met their mother.” He picked up his almost-empty water jug and indicated the door. “Her kids were fun, so I agreed to help with the lessons.”
“Youtoldher that?” Darius asked, following him. “To her face?”
“Well, I didn’t look at her, but I spoke to her.” Ezreal opened the door.
“Good for you.” Darius grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks.” That was something his partner did well. Darius might put pressure on people to do whathethought was best, but he was always sincere in his congratulations. Even when people didn’t take his advice.
They stepped into the dim hallway of the music wing at REKD Gaming. A couple of the conference rooms had lights shining under the doors, indicating meetings still going on. Since they were an international company, there could be people working in the building 24/7. The complex’s wheel-like design—minus the outer rim—also had the personal apartments of each of the founders at the end of their department’s spoke.
“Don’t stay up too late.” Darius didn’t wait for a response but strode away.
Ezreal glanced back at his office. He’d lost the impetus, and he was tired. Yawning, he locked the door and headed to his apartment.
