Bryan slumped his thin body against a thick column of brick and cement that supported the coffee shop's exterior.
He ignored the sensation of dirt and other particles transferring onto his clothing. Everything seemed to swirl still: his vision blurring and resisting any attempts to focus while his brain seemed bent on turning his muscles to gelatin.
As he rested, customers of the establishment passed him on their way in and out. Some were completely ignorant of the sweat-soaked man, while others looked him over and covertly whispered to their fellows. Bryan ignored all this and finally settled himself onto a wooden bench set near the column. Sitting seemed to help somewhat, giving him use of his regular sight and senses.
Immediately, Bryan noticed the familiar mane of slicked white hair that belonged to none other than his boss, Dr. Thompson.
"Oh, what are the fucking odds?" He rasped, peering with bloodshot eyes across the parking lot. Dr. Thompson closed the door to his sleek Volkswagen and directed himself towards the busy cafe. "Shit! He can't see me... I am supposed to be on vacation!"
His body seemed to have stabilized, allowing Bryan to awkwardly slide from the bench and behind the brick column for cover. Bryan patted sweat from his forehead, nerves wracked by both his boss and the concerning condition bothering himself. By all means, Bryan knew he needed to head back home, but risking contact with Dr. Thompson was far worse.
Checking the older gentlemen's progress, Bryan frowned. Thompson had paused at the curb, bending over with a look of pain twisting his already lined face. He seemed to be uselessly pawing at the ground in search for something.
"His glasses..."
Dr. Thompson was nearing the ripe age of 70 - a fact he would elaborate with anyone foolish enough to inquire. Without his dated, and frankly silly looking spectacles - the man was more blind than a Soul-singing bat.
This was his chance! Bryan could stride away from this awful predicament without his boss ever knowing.
He debated his choices: attempt to return to his car - a path that would take him directly past Dr. Thompson - or, he could hide-out in one of the many other establishments nearby.
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