Chapter 2: Horace
Having nothing to do and being on the other side of Athens, Horace went to a cafe and plopped himself down opposite his box. He ordered a vodka instead of a coffee, because his nerves were shot.
He still couldn’t believe what he had done. This was so out of character for him. He read and reread the printed letters of recommendation for him and Evie. Glowing words for the both of them, signed by the boss himself.
His vodka lime came and he downed it in a single chug. It gave him a slight buzz, but that was exactly what he needed right now.
“Not a p***y, then,” a familiar voice came from behind.
He turned around, and found the same lady from before, sipping a latte on the table behind him. And it seemed like she had been there for quite some time.
Horace squinted at h
