Chapter 2
Noah yawned the next evening as he opened his front door. What a crappy day he’d had.
The piss-poor end to last night hadn’t helped. He’d thought about little else all day at work.
He opened up the laptop sitting on his dining room table and turned it on, then headed into the kitchen to heat up a frozen pizza.
Oh, yeah, such a glamorous life.
He twisted off the cap of the beer he’d taken out of the fridge and carried his pizza to the table. Already an instant message awaited on the screen.
Hey, Sly Cat, where have you been?
Hi, Charlie2, sorry been busy, he typed. Took a swig of his beer.
Okay, so making up a name to talk to Charlie hadn’t been the smartest thing he’d ever done. But Charlie refused to talk to Noah.
It’s okay, I’m glad you’re here now. How was your day?
