It was one he'd been ignoring for some time but it was growing more and more problematic, both for his current job and his odd jobs on the side. Not to mention his home life - Umma had been getting onto him about it for weeks, hell, since it had happened.
Reid Covey needed a phone.
His flip phone had been irreversibly damaged by an impromptu attack and while he had salvaged the remains, they'd proven useless in the end. It didn't make calls, the numbers didn't register when he pushed down on them, it no longer made the annoying little beep it usually did when it was about to die.
Because it was already dead.
Very dead.
Which left him in need of a new phone and no knowledge of where to even begin. He'd gone to Walmart in search of a new flip phone and the clerk had clearly been struggling not to laugh in his face at his inquiry, making for a quick, embarrassing departure from the bargain store for poor Reid.
There was one person who had knowledge about this sort of thing, who might know how he could get a new flip phone. But that would require asking, which would require talking.
Which meant being the responsible party for striking up a conversation and asking a favor of Barnett, of all people.
Taking a deep breath, he shifted weight from one foot to the other as he stood behind his neighbor's chair, preparing himself for the knowledge dump he knew he was about to receive.
God help him.
"Hey, uh... Barnett? You got a minute?"
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