Chapter 5
Monday afternoons were the quietest days at the gym by a very long way, with classes often cancelled due to a lack of participants, and Tab had been left to man the front desk in lieu of anything else to do. Uncle Eddie was in the weights room spotting one of the fighters, and there was literally nobody else around. Even the pigeons that liked to make feathery love on the roof had buggered (ooh, bad choice of words) off.
He was catching up on his comics. (And it was totally nothing to do with Nick’s enquiry the week before, so shut up.) He’d gotten out of practice a little bit with the portraiture module, and there was something immensely satisfying about getting to use thick ink lines and forget about how realistic it looked. To be able to play with dimensions as looking okay
