Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
It was raining outside of the marketing firm that Ryan had worked at. He looked out the window to see the rain stick to the windowpane. His desk was clean as it always was. There was a couple photos of his family on his desk along with a photo of Janette. She had died two months ago. Broken Ryan had no other way of coping with other than working. His apartment was a reminder of her. Ryan had even slept at the office every now and then. It was hard trying to sleep at home. He watched as some lightning had flashed across the sky. He let out a small sigh as he looked at the clock. It was late. He collected his keys and put a couple of files in his backpack along with his laptop. He was going to go home that night. The breakrooms couch had given him some slight back pain.
As he walked down the stairs and into the parking garage he looked up at the sky. It looked like the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He just hoped that there wasn't going to be to much traffic as he walked to his car. He started it up and made his way out of the garage he thought about lighting up a cigarette. He shook his head and started to drive home. He lived on the other side of town so it would take him a bit to work. When he walked it would take about an hour to walk there. If he drove then it would take him 30 minutes give or take with traffic.
His drive took about 25 minutes. There wasn't too much traffic. The rain had continued to come down as he pulled into the parking garage across the street from where he lived. He got out of his car after he got into the parking spot. He looked all over his car to find an umbrella, but it was to no avail he couldn't find one. He took a deep breath as he walked to the entrance of the garage. He could feel the rain from the entrance of the garage. He shook off his nerves before running to the door of his apartment building. He swung open the door as he ran into the building. He checked his mail. Bills bills bills. It was all he got now a day. He collected his mail and slowly started to make his way over to the elevator. He lived on the 10th floor, and his back hurt so it was a day that he would take the elevator.
As he walked down the stairs and into the parking garage he looked up at the sky. It looked like the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He just hoped that there wasn't going to be to much traffic as he walked to his car. He started it up and made his way out of the garage he thought about lighting up a cigarette. He shook his head and started to drive home. He lived on the other side of town so it would take him a bit to work. When he walked it would take about an hour to walk there. If he drove then it would take him 30 minutes give or take with traffic.
His drive took about 25 minutes. There wasn't too much traffic. The rain had continued to come down as he pulled into the parking garage across the street from where he lived. He got out of his car after he got into the parking spot. He looked all over his car to find an umbrella, but it was to no avail he couldn't find one. He took a deep breath as he walked to the entrance of the garage. He could feel the rain from the entrance of the garage. He shook off his nerves before running to the door of his apartment building. He swung open the door as he ran into the building. He checked his mail. Bills bills bills. It was all he got now a day. He collected his mail and slowly started to make his way over to the elevator. He lived on the 10th floor, and his back hurt so it was a day that he would take the elevator.