March 29, 2018

I walked out of the practice room to take a quick break around the building. It wasn’t until I got back to the front door I realized that I had locked myself out. My ID card was still inside one of the practice rooms.

The three of us were in the lobby and the other two were reminiscing about the past. “Is that the spot?” one of them asked while pointing to a lit-up wall on the opposite side of the foyer. “What spot?” I asked. Apparently it was where they frequently hung out with “K” last year. I told them I must not have been around much last year as I had no idea who they were referring to.