Brandon took the flickering light from Jioni’s hand. He hit the flashlight with his palm and then pointed it at his watch: the time read “6:37 pm” His eyes widened as his hands began to fidget—he looked and jumped back.
“I’m sorry, Jolene is waiting for me—I have to go,” Brandon said as he began to walk down the steps. “Are you guys coming? Don’t you have community lessons with the mayor?”
“And continue to waste my time,” Jioni’s expression was somber. “I don’t think I’m going to those classes now or ever again.”
“A waste of time is an understatement,” Kathy chimed in. “It’s more of a soul-sucking experience with lackluster rewards. Hard pass.”
Brandon stared as if disturbed, “Please guys, don’t become delinquents,” he pleaded. Brandon tossed the flashlight back at Jioni and shared a reassuring, yet awkward smile. “I can see the stairs fine. But seriously, don’t give up over one test.”
