As soon as Ari arrived back in Skid Row, he walked down the familiar streets crowded with trash, tents, and other sketchy things, marveling at the fact that this used to be his daily commute, every day for the past two years.
But because of one incident, his life had changed for both good and bad, and he had found a new normal that didn't mean sleeping in a tent and having to watch his back each night.
[Hurry up.]
And of course, he had unwillingly picked up a partner who liked to nag.
"I'm going. I'm going. How long do I have to be here?" Ari grumbled back while batting away the blue screen that filled his vision.
[Until you're done.]
Very helpful.
Still carefully looking around to make sure that there was nothing dangerous around him, Ari headed toward the main street entrance where volunteers usually met up.
If there were a soup kitchen, it would probably be set up there for easier distribution and for people to gather.
