"He wouldn't come here, he's not a stupid fuc-- oh. Shit." He turned his head, totally corrected, as he looked at Holden. Why the fuck was he here? Maybe he wanted to hang out. Strange, he always was like 'no, you can't come over, we're not friends' and now here he was. Must have been bored. Or maybe he was mad at him for skipping the last session because of a hangover.

Getting up, he shoved the door open and called out loudly across the way. "Oi! Holden? What are you doing here?" The secretary turned and he held up his hand. "I know him. Get your skinny arse in here, I'd rather be looking at you than this berks poncy lunch." Fucking low carb whacko.