“Cyrus,” the man said with a deep, rusted voice. It looked as if it was for keeping something in. After passing down the windy hallways, I came upon a man in an ebony suit standing out front of a metal door that had been reinforced multiple times. The grated floor made walking impossible without sending echoes down the poorly lit passage. Or maybe Edwin had enough of me, and I was about to be murdered. Edwin instructed me where to go, but it just seemed it was leading me to a janitor’s closet. It was incredibly warm down here, and I began sweating rather quickly. I arrived at the bottom, stepping out to copper pipes that filled the walls, flowing horizontally. It must’ve been at least fifteen minutes of descent. I stood, tapping my foot on the metal floor, glancing down at my watch a couple of times and the paper with directions. “Great, I was going to die when this thing plummeted to the ground.”įinally, after almost leaving, the elevator started down. I stood, glancing around, and waited for the door to close, but the elevator did not move. I stepped in and pressed the last button that, I hoped, was the basement the symbols were thoroughly worn. This thing looked as if it hadn’t been used in a decade.
The door opened roughly, and I glanced into the poorly lit elevator with hesitation. As I arrived at the copper doors, I ran the key card Edwin gave me over the console. They both nodded as I made my way promptly to the maintenance elevator after dropping my bag off at my apartment, passing multiple signs on the wall saying authorised personnel only. “I’ll make this up to you,” I said to Covic and then turned to Kibo. Cyrus, please, please, let me make the joke,” Covic said, scowling. You two get to know each other,” I said, interrupting that vulgarity. “I’m Covic, and I am excellent,” he said with a smile. Covic just stared at him before Kibo laughed, glancing at me as Covic kept shaking his hand, stuck in a trance. Kibo stood up and put his hand out to Covic, “I am Kibo,” he said, and Covic gently grabbed his massive hand. I just forgot I was meeting you today.”Ĭovic’s eyes squinted at Kibo. “Listen,” I said before a long pause, “I got nothing. “Cyrus,” I heard as I turned around to Covic in some shorts and a tank top. He rested his muscled forearms on his thighs, and I felt like a small animal. “That’s unfortunate, brother,” he said, squatting to make eye contact. “Friend, it looks like I will be busy,” I said, looking up at the giant light hazel eyes. He looked disappointed as he saw me in my school clothes. Kibo saw me across the gym and jogged over to me, and the instinct to run when something of that size is coming towards you is strong. I don’t know what his parents fed him, but it was too much. However, his temperate soul didn’t match his mountainous self. He was such a genuine person, and our workout sessions had been a pleasant occurrence for the past months. Unfortunately, I had to let Kibo know I couldn’t exercise with him.
Class ended, and I made my way down to the gym.
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