"Sin, I'm at my limits. I need another energy drink"
"NO"
"Candy bars? I ran out"
"NO"
"Should I start smoking?"
"DEFINITELY NO"
For some reason, Hina thought she should - and more importantly, thought that she could - pull an all-nighter with me and the rest of the team at the Los Alamos floor. She was understandably tired as she did morning and evening runs with Ema, whom I started to suspect was a drill sergeant at some point in her career. I already felt like my legs were dead too after only doing the morning run with them together.
