It took a few hours to get everything I needed, and a few things I didn’t think were necessary, but which Lindsey said were “a must,” for some reason. Why I needed swim shorts that left nothing to the imagination—and I couldn’t swim—I had no idea.
Lindsey used his Lyft account to get us back to my apartment, and he helped me carry my purchases. As I unlocked the door, LeVon walked by.
“Yo, Hanson. What’s up with you being home this early in the day?”
I smiled sheepishly. “You’ll be seeing me more often now. I quit my job.”
“Good for you, man.” He lifted his hand to do a fist bump, and I awkwardly returned it while holding a plastic bag. “That job was killing you. I never saw you less than stressed and miserable.” He continued down the hall. “I’ll play some Led Zeppelin in your honor.”
