Thursday 4:45pm<br/><br/>Liam ran his hand through his sweat drenched hair. Glancing in the rear view mirror of his Pontiac Grand Prix, he noticed the grease smudges and stains on his cheeks and forehead. It had been a hot day and even hotter within the garage he worked at. The large fans within tried their best to handle the heat but only succeeded in blowing the hot humid air around. He had been working on an old Mazda 3 that came in with a blown gasket and cracked water pump. It was more of a project than it waiting on the owner to come back since it had been sold to the garage instead of scrapped. The old Mazda had plenty of life left in her but needed lots of TLC.<br/><br/>He sighed and opened his car door. First thing he needed was a nice cool shower. He let the door shut on its own before climbing the few steps to the front door of their house. He took one last glance at the driveway, noting that Charlie’s bike was still there. “Well at least someone is home.” He thought aloud, then he unlocked the front door.<br/><br/>Inside he made his way past the kitchen and living room before heading up the stairs. The downstairs seemed void of life with no laughing and yelling between the roommates. Later on it would become a more lively place. He quickened his pace to the last bedroom on the left and shut the door behind him. Liam then proceeded to take his stained work shirt off and toss it in the laundry basket before grabbing a clean set of clothes from his dresser and a towel from the back of his door. Then he hurried across the hallway towards the bathroom.<br/><br/><br/>Thursday 9:30pm<br/><br/>After his shower, Liam decided to go back out and do a little archery to free his mind from work. The clearing was only a fifteen minute car ride from the house at least. He had shot arrows at a stationary target for a good three hours. In all honesty, it probably would’ve been longer had the dark of night not set in. He always seemed to lose himself there.<br/><br/>Now he was home again, parking in the barely lit driveway. He wasn’t the only one it seemed though. The delivery van was parked out front this time. He smiled as he walked inside once again. Neen had just passed into the kitchen, hollering about brownies being ready. The chocolatey smell made his mouth water. He veered into the kitchen, flashing a smile before grabbing one for himself.<br/><br/>“Thanks Neen. They smell great!” He grinned before taking a bite. They were nice and cool and fudgey. Perfect with every bite. “How was work?” He asked.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk