Bubbles stared at him for the longest time before he blinked. Ash stared back as he munched on his Oreos with milk, and he swore he saw those gold flecks flickering around, and the yellow light from the candles on the desk only seemed to make them appear more gold. “Romeo, are you high?”
“Irrelevant,” Ash said as he sat on the desk with his back to the man so he could think clearly. “I figured it out.”
“Romeo,” the man said, sighing as he peeled his eyes away from his computer. “I am busy.”
“So was I,” he replied. “And I figured it out.”
“You have said you figured out something three times, but you have not said what you figured out.” He pulled up his screensaver and leaned back in his chair to stare at Ash.
Ash waved his hand as he placed the glass of milk on the death-blowing bubble
