Once upon a time, four eyes and beach boy would sit for breakfast together. They’d get in to work early just to skive off work and eat muffins. To them, it was more than just brekky, it was a time to tell stories. They’d spin magnificent tales of faraway lands and unfortunate tragedies, of unbridled happiness and the quest to be free. Sometimes the conversation takes on a serious tone and both of them stare blankly at nothing. “I think it’s a time to be bold”, four eyes said. Beach boy looked at his feet and smiled.
A year on and he still smiles at that recollection. It was just what he needed.