“Ketten, Michelle?” A male voice rang out to the side of them making her lift her eyes to meet his.
“Tony? Hi,” she replied, realizing who it was.
“Good to see you’ve made it,” he said, making small talk about the trip down. He carried on with the weather and how great of a day it would be for surfing.
Michelle could only nod as he showed her around. If the building wasn’t taken over by their reasons, she’s sure it would have been beautiful, but right now it looks like an over-branded dump. Literally everything is black and green with white and orange lettering. It’s just too much to see and so she blindly lets it go.
She watches Tony move around the space, pointing to outlets about where things are, where she can put her stuff and it won’t get moved, and so on. He also had her fit
