"... And I told him that he was, respectfully, out of his mind."
Patrick unconsciously tugged at his collar. He didn't think he'd ever buttoned this shirt up all the the way before today. Or ironed it.
"But big man didn't really like that I was telling him no and fired me. I was like," he chuckled, "dude, I have all of my materials in the truck, I am in the middle of checking my tools while I'm having this conversation, right? How is firing me going to make this happen any faster?"
Nadia was hard to read. Patrick had no idea if he was boring her or not. He broke the tension for himself by refilling both of their cups with the glass bottle of water between them.
"But he's not seeing reason. Apparently he knows a guy who can do this job in a day and a half." He rolled his eyes. "Okay. Yeah. Call me psychic but I had a feeling this guy was gonna come back to reality in a few hours, so I go to this diner nearby and just wait it out."
