Gus watched Tae Bo, Plench and Riley from afar, tire in mouth.

He made short work of his turkey sandwich.

Towards the end, Gus kept checking his phone.

He was hoping to receive some sort of message from London.

‘Where are you at?’ he’d text.

‘Just drove through the whole of Denmark.’

‘Fuck off.' 

Gus was hateful of the discussion he heard from the three men. He prepped himself.