Max had not been having a good day. He had not been having a good week, actually, and it rubbed him the wrong way that the rough week had carried into his Monday work night. As he stepped out onto the street, he contemplated what had happened over Halloween. He had been unable to control himself. He had said things out loud that he might think but never say and he had said them with such vitriol there was no mistaking that he meant them and no way he couldn’t remember him.
He couldn’t blame Harrison for not wanting to be around him. He wished he could leave himself sometime too.
He struggled not to think of it as he made his way up the street. He needed comfort food, which in this case would be chocolate milk and cinnamon toast crunch, and with the way his tips had gone… that would be all he could afford anyway.
He reached for the door but before he could pull it open, someone shoved from the opposite side; snapping him square in the face with enough force to knock him on his ass. He hit the ground hard, whimpering both from the pain in his face and the pain racing up his spine from landing on his ass. His hand shot up to his face, his eyes watering as he sat there on the concrete.
Today could not possibly get any worse!