Lucas didn't like doing laundry, but now he felt more than happy to. At least he got out of the flat - his uncle had been more than a little scary in his moodiness and sudden outbursts lately.
The boy huffed into the laundry room carrying a heavy basket of black clothes.
"Oh hey," he said when he noticed Jazz, and he dropped the landry basket on the floor beside a vacant machine. "I was just thinking about you."