"If you weren't gonna pick me up, you could have just said, asshole." He hung up the phone, bitter taste rising in his throat. To make matters worse, it had been over voicemail. It wasn't until the silence followed that he regretted it. Marco would call him bitter, say his temper made him childish. It was probably true, but he knew the bastard didn't approve of him finding other jobs. However, this was an opportunity he'd be an idiot to ignore. Not a designer, but a fashion show coordinator. Close enough, right?

There had been at least a chance he might get it until it started raining and he didn't have a ride. Maybe this was karma for something. There was certainly a long enough list that made him well enough deserving of it. But, really? A monsoon? Not to mention, one of the frail limbs of his umbrella had snapped, doing very little to stop the downpour.

Stuck, the same goddamn feeling he always got in these situations. You are stuck here, happy or not. So much for a great trip to Hoenn. He lived in a literal tropical paradise and thought travel would help him, obviously not.

"This is so fucking typical." He was going to be late, this was so embarrassing.

caden maher

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