#bridgemeadopen

Dylan had been haunted by the list of client names since he laid eyes on them, and was starting to think he was seeing the names in his sleep.  It was a little frustrating, not to be able to draw connections between the information that he’d been given.  Between starting a new semester and trying to solve the mystery, he knew he was going to need to load up on snacks.  And so, he left the grocery store, arms laden with bags full of all of his favourite snacks to keep him going.  Walking deeper into the town square, he was happy to see the familiar face of one of his friends, and he called out, “Hey stranger!”  Once closer to them, he lowered his voice a little, “How’s your search for info going?”

          throwing his hands up in defeat, the groan that leaves kody’s mouth goes on for longer than necessary, and sounds a little more like he’s shouting in distress than bored, like he really is. “please, can we pleaaaase do something else. i swear i’ve been going through this client list for days now and my brain is fried. all of these people are boooooring.” dramatically, his head falls down onto the keys of his laptop that he’s brought along for research, unknowingly typing a string of nnnnnnnnnn keys into the google search bar. “i promise i’m not gonna tell aj we were slacking!” not that she’d seriously reprimand them if it came up, but he still feels the need to stress that, considering she is the one who dolled out their tasks. “i need something fun to happen. can we just do something fun for like at least ten minutes so i don’t go totally cookoo bananas?”