By the time Dayo got back home, the weight on his chest had finally eased.
The editing session had gone better than expected. Seeing the footage respond to his adjustments seeing the story tighten, the pacing settle gave him a quiet sense of satisfaction. Not excitement. Just relief. The kind that came when something difficult finally started making sense.
He took a long shower, letting the hot water wash the fatigue out of his muscles. By the time he stepped out, towel around his waist, the city outside his window had already begun to slow down. Night had fully settled in.
He dressed simply, dropped onto the bed, and reached for his phone.
He was just about to set it aside when it rang.
Dayo frowned.
Coach Richard.
He checked the time again.
"Why is he calling this late?" he muttered.
Then it clicked.
Different time zone.
He answered.
"Coach?" Dayo said. "Everything okay?"
