The Campaign | Connor & Jimmy
Jimmy was standing in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, when Connor walked through the door. It was ten o’clock.
“Dude, this is really starting to freak me out.”
Connor could always be trusted to be home well before Jimmy. He didn’t have the odd hours and he certainly did not have the social life. The library often closed at five, with Connor home soon afterwards. If he left the apartment at all for any reason, after that, it was a small miracle.
With his campaign, however, he was keeping irregular hours. Like this tonight, when Jimmy had been home hours before Connor.
“Hey, you know you are going to win, right?” Jimmy said, his voice oddly serious and supportive for a moment, before he broke into a smirk, “People always vote for the out of touch old white guy.” He shoved another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, trying to speak and eat at the same time, “You check off all of those boxes.”
