"Morning, Sandra," Izan said, not slowing as he passed the receptionist desk.
"Morning, love," she replied, handing a stack of envelopes to a passing intern.
Izan stopped for a bit, wondering where the kit bag he had come with was, but he had never come with it in the first place.
"I think I left my kitbag at home," he mumbled as he turned towards the entrance, but a voice came from behind.
"You left your kit bag here yesterday. It was very uncharacteristic of you, so we attributed it to the fact that you might have been tired out of your arse when you left due to yesterday's session."
He gave a sheepish glance over his shoulder but didn't stop.
Someone from logistics would've taken care of it anyway.
Down the corridor, he heard someone laughing.
Martinelli, probably.
As he pushed open the side door toward the inner wing, Declan was just pulling a protein bar out of the vending machine.
"You eat that like it's not made of rubber," Izan said.
