Outside MCA, Early Saturday Afternoon
The first cup of coffee - real coffee - hadn't put the swing in Mohinder's step as he approached the apartment building. It might have been the third, though.
Mohinder stopped just by the side of the road, leaning against the side of the building as he tried to reach for his keys. The bag of groceries lurched precariously and Mohinder propped it against the wall while he shuffled through his pockets.
Not quite completely oblivious to his surroundings, but close.
[For a kidlet first, open for whoever wanders past]
Mohinder stopped just by the side of the road, leaning against the side of the building as he tried to reach for his keys. The bag of groceries lurched precariously and Mohinder propped it against the wall while he shuffled through his pockets.
Not quite completely oblivious to his surroundings, but close.
[For a kidlet first, open for whoever wanders past]