“Akiva, I’ve been thinking….” She trailed off in a way that had Akiva suspecting he was not going to love the next few words
HEreached for his coffee and winced. Old age setting in? He thought about this for a minute, then smiled.
Old he might be at 37, but the aching in his wrists was more likely from his jam session with Deena late last night. He was a fool to think the sudden wrist action wouldn’t catch up with him.
“The problem,” he mused aloud to Libby, who was scrambling eggs, “is that we both play drums. We kinda need someone to mix it up.”
Libby placed a plate of fluffy eggs in front of him.
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