"He's late, again," Makary muttered under his nose while taking a second to check the time on his phone for the umpteenth time. Yet, just like the last twenty or so times, the time has hardly moved.
"Is this the usual?" I asked, raising my eyes to the man from the comfortable seat where I ended up while enjoying the comfortable weight of Fay's soft body pressing down on my lap.
"He's a fucking drug addict," Makary rolled his eyes as he slapped his hand down on the table and heavily exhaled. "I thought with that herb of yours he would get slightly better at it, but…"
'My herb?'
It took me a second to figure out what Makary was talking about. The herb that I used to initially coax him into sponsoring my lavish lifestyle on earth. Or, to buy my way into his favor, given how money didn't appear to be an issue Makary would even bother considering.
