Riding Shotgun
Another day, another fruitless search for leads on a job. Isfet knew it’d be slow going right now, the weather being what it was - more people staying home, plus the folks that were out and about were bundled up to the point of being unrecognizable. Oh well. He always kept a small backlog of intel he could feed Tenzin when times were slow, just as a buffer. Still didn’t like wasting his time like this though.
Not that he’d be doing anything better with that time. Either working some shitty shelf-stocking shift or wasting time scrolling through fumblr or fritter.
Maybe tonight he’d just people-watch. He didn’t feel much like trying to socialize, even if it might lead to new opportunities, but he didn’t like the idea of being alone with his thoughts either. So he set up the easiest distraction he had, here in his car: music.
He flipped down the passenger side visor and tapped at the little CD holder until something caught his eye. Hmm, Just Push Play... that’d do it. He slid it out and into the player. Temptation was to turn it up loud, but he didn’t want any sort of attention, so he let it hover at just above ambient for now.
...Eh, what the hell, he’d just end up scrolling through fumblr anyway. He pulled out his phone, and tapped at the icons on the screen. Tch. Waste of time, and yet...
