Office Hours, Monday, 3/9
It was Monday and a slightly bruised Tyler was in his office, idly mentally replaying the spars from the day before. He still couldn't believe someone actually wrestled a wolf; that was taking the whole man-vs-nature thing a little far for his tastes.
But he supposed hitting a teenage girl for fun was up there on the craziness scale, too.
The office door was open, and he was ready for any distraction.
But he supposed hitting a teenage girl for fun was up there on the craziness scale, too.
The office door was open, and he was ready for any distraction.