Don't Sweat the Details

"About 25 minutes until the party starts, huh?" Albion mused while rubbing his chin, "Seems like I have two options ahead of me..."

"One, I can quickly go back home, pick up a new car and the invitation card before coming back. Or two, I just rock up to the party without one..."

"Option two definitely sounds a cliche path riddled with troubles I like to avoid, but option one sounds rather tedious considering the venue is quite close from here..."

"Haiz, to think I will be forced to make real-life choices between avoiding cliches and my laziness..." Albion muttered.

After a moment, he shrugged, "Welp, there's no way around it. My mind is telling me to go with option one, but my body...my body is telling me no."

In the end, the body won—like it always has.

Albion stood up and hopped off the rooftop's edge, immediately plunging down from the 50-story building.

<<Flight >>

Swoosh~!