#helllo !!!

      ‘ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 !! 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄. ’ ian called out, tapping the nail gun against his thigh impatiently. when they don’t respond, he sighs, placing the device back on the shelf, and lowering the forklift to the ground. he hops down, making his way down the isle. ‘ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 ?? you 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅 or something ?? ’ man, how the 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋’𝐃 they’d even get in here ?? he 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 needed to start 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 after hours.

      ‘ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 , 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 one you should be talking to about this … 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. ’ ian waved the male away dismissively , opening his locker. he pulls out his calculus textbook , and begins to search for something in his backpack. he pockets whatever it was 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 , before anyone could see 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 the object was. ‘ now , if you 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 , ’ ian shuts the locker , and eyes akiva up and down. ‘ i have a 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 to catch in the 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓. '