Με το μυαλό μου θα Connor Reid δείτε στην καρδιά σας
Connor sat in the office of the bar, going over the papers that lay strewn about the large oak desk. Jak hadn't been around in weeks, and the bills were starting to pile up. He drummed his fingers on the smooth wood, annoyed, as he sorted each page into their respective paid and unpaid piles. The stacks were frighteningly favoring the latter.
With a sigh the young man began to rub his temples gingerly. Where was that stupid half elven boy? This was HIS bar, HIS establishment. What the hell was Connor even
doing?
"Just take care of things while I'm gone. You worry about the paperwork, old Namfoodle will take care of everything else" he muttered through gritted teeth, fighting to keep his headache in check. Those were the words Jak had said to him before walking out the door.
Connor stood up, arching his back with a groan. He had been sitting for far too long. After a brief moment in the kitchen to grab himself a cup of coffee, the young man was soon taking a walk along the lake in the cool, crisp air.