Chapter 11
Alexi almost stole a bit of pot from their dad’s stash to calm their nerves. Based on their experience trying both pot and cigarettes as a teenager, that would put them in a worse situation. Best case scenario they’d be coughing sporadically for the next couple hours, but more likely it would only make them jittery and forgetful. They needed to be sharp, on point, and, above all, honest.
Hey Eli, you busy? Alexi texted. Waiting was the worst part. They had a commission to work on, so they did some practice sketches, but that was as much as they could do. If they fully committed to getting their line art perfect, they’d lose concentration on the things they absolutely knew they had to say.
Two discarded drafts later, their phone chimed with a new message. Gimme half an hour! :
