Somewhere round about midafternoon, it occurred to Kratos that he'd not heard from Ninkasi yet that day. To be certain he wasn't just imagining things, he pulled out his cell.phone. Nope. Not a single text today. Not since late last night actually. Not even a silly photo, or a meme, or a week selfie. Weird.
But not that out of character. At least not lately. Kratos didn't know what was happening, but something was obviously going on right now that she wasn't telling him. Given how hard they had worked too get to this point in their relationship, how close they had come to losing one another, this current spate of secrecy was not sitting all that easy with him. Not that he'd said anything, not was he going to. Kratos was doing his best to display trust. Even if this was eating him up inside.
It would be okay to check on her though, right? That wasn't out of the ordinary, do for a guy to look in on a girl he was seeing, was it? Not stalkery or distrustful or anything. It was totally normal.
It didn't take long to track her down. Ninkasi was at her bar. And so, apparently, was every one of her employees. What was that ab-- oh yes. Inventory. He'd guy in her in the office, most likely, so that was the direction he headed. But he didn't make it.
Somehow he got way laid, by the young women who had been hooting at the guys who were dancing. According to the girls he needed to dance too, despite his very firm and increasingly louder protests. Dammit, he might actually have to dance.