Bad mornings. Everybody got them. It had taken Samir far too long this morning to even roll out of bed; even a good half hour standing under the shower had managed to do exactly jack shit, except making his skin go a particularly lovely shade of red. After forgoing a soggy and unappetizing breakfast, he'd made it to the White Wall, exactly one hour and fifteen minutes late and saw his squad taken over by someone else -someone who wasn't as late. After holding back a grumble, Samir ignored the siren's call of Erol's office (it only would result into another heated argument and one he couldn't win today) and walked back out. And he kept on walking until he hit the crowded tunnels of the bazaar, where elbows hit him in the ribs and other people's feet stepped on his own until an usually patient Samir could take no more of it.
With dark sunglasses firmly planted on his nose, he sought his escape until his ears gradually grew used to the dominating silence, which was only found in the old city. His feet stepped over the cracked asphalt and his eyes looked up every once in a while to take in what was left of an ever crumbling Wall Street. He continued past more of the same as the buildings shrunk in size and the outline of an unkempt park came into his sights. And somewhere in the middle of a crumbling and overgrown path, Samir suddenly stopped. And only then, he looked up, only to realize that he wasn't alone.
Ignoring the fact that the hair on the back of his neck was standing up, Samir quietly footed some of the distance to the other man. "Hey."