Chapter 8

He had already stepped out of his overalls and was rolling them into a ball to toss them in for cleaning when his shift leader, Klaus, stepped into the change room.

“Where you going?”

“Home,” Leo said, stepping around him. “I’ve got a headache and I need to pass out for a while to see if I can shake it off.”

“You mean sleep it off,” Klaus scoffed.

Leo shrugged. “If it’s your intention to come in here and give me shit for actually going out on a Friday night, after working at least one out of two days in the last ten weekends, then I’d say you’re probably making a bad decision and you might want to give it another thought before continuing.” He lined up his ball of clothes and sent them flying, basketball style, at the hamper. “Because, I get it…it was probably irresponsible after having said that I’d come in. But I can just make sure I don’t say that I’m coming in anymore if that’s how we’re going to play it.”