Ulysses bolted down the stairs of his apartment building, his every step causing the entire metal staircase to shake, resulting in a thunderous echo. As he flew past the front office an authoritative voice rang out from inside.
"Ulysses, get y'ur mail"
The voice was instantly familiar to Ulysses, it was none other than the building's general manager and Ulysses's land lord. His real name was Friedrich Brownstein, however most of the tenents got by just referring to him as "stein".
Ulysses quickly darted back into the main office. Stein was overall a diligent landlord and reasonable person but Ulysses knew better than to try his patience over even trivial matters.
"Stein, I'm in a rush, can't it wait?"
"It looks 'portant to me, got this weird black envelope for ya."
The slightly overweight man looked to be in his mid fourties. With far more dexterity than one would assume a man of his physique Stein picked something off his crowded, messy desk and offered it to Ulysses.
A black envelope could only mean one thing, although the timing was a bit off... Ulysses couldn't let himself get distracted this easily. Stuffing the letter in his pocket he bolted out the door.
It wasn't until Ulysses was nearly sprinting down the street towards his destination did it occur to him that the clothes he had hastily put on were his formal dress shirt and pants from work yesterday. For a one on one meeting with an old friend it wasn't the exact sort of aura he wished to exude. Surely she would be understanding.
Ulysses slowed down, this was the place. They had been meeting at Bernie's bar and grill for well over a year now, the food wasn't too great but it was cheap and they weren't too picky about people staying after they had finished their meals.
Ulysses glanced around, hopefully he hadn't been keeping her too long.
"Ulysses, get y'ur mail"
The voice was instantly familiar to Ulysses, it was none other than the building's general manager and Ulysses's land lord. His real name was Friedrich Brownstein, however most of the tenents got by just referring to him as "stein".
Ulysses quickly darted back into the main office. Stein was overall a diligent landlord and reasonable person but Ulysses knew better than to try his patience over even trivial matters.
"Stein, I'm in a rush, can't it wait?"
"It looks 'portant to me, got this weird black envelope for ya."
The slightly overweight man looked to be in his mid fourties. With far more dexterity than one would assume a man of his physique Stein picked something off his crowded, messy desk and offered it to Ulysses.
A black envelope could only mean one thing, although the timing was a bit off... Ulysses couldn't let himself get distracted this easily. Stuffing the letter in his pocket he bolted out the door.
It wasn't until Ulysses was nearly sprinting down the street towards his destination did it occur to him that the clothes he had hastily put on were his formal dress shirt and pants from work yesterday. For a one on one meeting with an old friend it wasn't the exact sort of aura he wished to exude. Surely she would be understanding.
Ulysses slowed down, this was the place. They had been meeting at Bernie's bar and grill for well over a year now, the food wasn't too great but it was cheap and they weren't too picky about people staying after they had finished their meals.
Ulysses glanced around, hopefully he hadn't been keeping her too long.
