Bruno’s leg kept shaking, and his hair was a bit of a mess. He had his head on one arm and the other was tapping his armchair. Then, as if he was just shot with adrenaline, his eyes flicked open and he stretched with his arms in the air, while yawning. When he finished yawning, he put his arms in his lap and his leg continued to bounce. “I am so exhausted.” Bruno let out with a sigh.

“You should stream less and fix your sleep schedule.” The editor across from Bruno said, dressed in street wear with a hood over his head.

“I know Artyom, but to build hype for this panel at the convention were going to, so that meant 12 hour streams every day.” Bruno said, running his hand through his hair. “Once this thing is over, I am going to make an announcement. I will take a month's break. Boipelo, do we have enough content so we can upload while I am on break?”

“Yup, me and Artyom have scheduled enough content. If you wanted to take a yearlong vacation, no one would notice.” Boipelo said across from him. From how he’s dressed, Boipelo looked as if he attended the actual My Chemical Romance Black Parade. He wore black skin-tight jeans and a black t-shirt with a black jean jacket over it. Underneath his lips was a pair of snake bites.

Bruno leaned back in his chair and slouched in his chair. “You guys are the best.” He said.

The cart lady saw him pointing and moved her cart towards them. “What can I get you gentlemen today?”

Bruno leaped out of his chair and looked frantic. “Geez, could you not scare people when you walk up? That would be greatly appreciated.” Bruno said, breathing heavily.

The cart lady bowed. “I apologize, sir. I did not mean to scare you.” She stood back up and opened the cart. “Is there anything I can get you?”

Bruno leaned over, inspecting the contents of the cart. “Can I get some Tuvalu water?” Bruno said.

“No, unfortunately we only carry thatsaknee water…” the lady said.

“Yuck, you serve that trashy tap water in a bottle.” Bruno said, putting his hand on his face and let out a scream. “Uggh, what will it take to get some quality water around here?”

While Artyom snickered at his boss, throwing his temper tantrum. “Can you stop being a big baby? You’re a multi-millionaire and you're crying over them, not having your favorite water.” Artyom said. Bruno shifted his focus from the cart lady and stared daggers at the Artyom.

Boipelo looked at the cart lady. “That will be all, thank you.” Then he stood up and pulled out a bottle from his bag. As I looked at his hands closely, there was something strange about them. It was like he was wearing a second layer of skin over these hands. He was probably an extreme germaphobe and orders special gloves, so no one notices.

Boipelo pulled out a bottle of Tuvalu water, opened it and handed it to Bruno. “Oh my God, Boipelo, you’re an angel. Thank you so much!” Bruno said drinking the water.

“Not a problem. I brought those for the panel, but you look like you need it now.” Boipelo said, sitting back down and handing him the bottle cap.

The cart lady finished helping the couple across from them and then moved to me. She handed me a bag of chips, a napkin, and a bottle of water. “I didn’t order this?” I said, looking at the items in form of me.

The cart lady pointed to the napkin and said, “These are on the house, since you are one of our valued customers.”

When I looked at the napkin, it read Hi Detective Morningstar, My name is Emily Dickinson and I’m one of the undercover cops. Let me know if you need anything. When I looked back up, I saw Emily give me a wink and then she pushed her cart along.

I opened the bag of chips. To my dismay, there was no secret gadget in the bag. Eating the chips, I continued my surveillance of the group.

Bruno was now rubbing his jaw. “Uggh, I don’t know how I am going to survive. My Jaw still hurts. My Asthma is out of control. I feel like I can breathe sometimes. Plus, I just can’t clear my head, so I just feel restless all the time.”

“As your personal trainer and editor, I would recommend you speak with a doctor, Bruno.” Artyom said. “I’ve been noticing a decline of your workouts based on the reports, and your health is getting concerned.”

“Ah fuck that man. I don’t trust those money hoarding scam artists. All they are going to do is tell me what I need to do to get healthy and then send me a bill for $2,000. Then they’ll have the audacity to tell me they want to see me again in a few weeks.” Bruno scoffed and looked out the window.

“You're basically paying me that amount weekly to do the same thing.” Artyom said, looking at his boss now. It would seem with genuine concern.

“You see Boipelo, this is why I love you; you don’t question me. You always do what I say, and you don’t give me stupid ideas like Artyom.” Bruno said standing up. I’m going to go take a dump. He scooched past Boipelo and then walked down the aisle into the next car.