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The message came earlier than he had expected, in the middle of his shift. It was a text message from his father, one that was simple but nerve-wracking. He asked his supervisor for a moment and stepped outside. The outside air was warm, almost biting in the heat. It was still around noon, but he knew it was evening time for his father.
He opened the phone, pressed number 3 on his speed dial, and waited for an answer.
"Hello?" the answer came.
"Hello, father."
"Kiro, how are your studies doing?"
"They're doing well, I--" his father cut him off and he sighed.
"What are your plans for college in the fall?"
Kiro hesitated. It wasn't something he wanted to talk about. "Well, I was thinking about college here."
"And doing what?"
"Photography. Maybe photo-journalism." Kiro bit his lip at the silence, he knew his father wouldn't be happy.
"Not good enough."
"But I--"
"We had agreed. You were to study something practical if you were to go to school there."
"It is practical, I can--"
"No. It is not. Choose something else. Or perhaps you'd be better coming back to live here."
Kiro's hear almost stop. "No! I mean, no, I'll find an alternative."
"Good." The phone disconnected and the dial tone rang in Kiro's ear.
Upon reentering the library, he found his supervisor near the front door. "Your father?" Kiro nodded. "Take the rest of the day off. You look like you need it." Kiro nodded solemnly as his supervisor went back into the main hall of the library.
What to do? Kiro thought. He didn't want to go back to the beach after his accident earlier. But it could have easily been a happy accident. Kiro looked back at his phone, where Rafael's name was saved.
Maybe I'll go talk to him instead...maybe he could offer something else.
Unlocking his bike, he found himself riding back to the boutique.
(i'll be back later, going to try and learn a song on piano...spur of the moment thing)
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