The rain hadn't let up, hammering the summer house's windows like it was trying to break in. Two days since the hospital chaos, and the storm was only getting worse, not better, despite Kim's prediction of clear skies and beach days. I was jobless now—the boss at the gas station didn't give a shit about my fight with Richard. Told me I could fuck off if I wanted; he wasn't firing his golden boy over "a small thing like that." So I walked. No job, no money in my pockets. The only way to make cash was through system credits, and that meant grinding quests.
I liked working, though. Kept my mind busy. I'd applied to a few jobs online, but my gas station resume wasn't exactly opening doors. No replies yet. With no reason to rush back to the city, we were holed up at Kim's summer house, riding out the storm.
