After finishing his shower, Eirik roughly brushes his wet hair back and checks his phone first.

One message from Guest.

The moment he sees the screen, the corners of the mouth of the man who was just pushing his sparring partner to the limit rise all too easily.

Eirik immediately starts typing a reply.

Then he stops.

Deletes it.

Writes it again.

I'm d o n e. C o m i n g n o w.

Speaking is easy. He's gotten pretty good at listening, too.

But writing was a completely different story.

After wrestling with the screen for a while, Eirik eventually deleted the entire sentence he was writing. The solution was simple. If you can't write it, just say it.

He pressed the call button without hesitation.

While it rings, he slings his gym bag over one shoulder and leaves the gym. The locks on the large SUV parked in the underground parking lot click open.

Climbing into the driver's seat, Eirik connects his phone to the car and pulls on his seatbelt.

Today's training is over. Now there's only one schedule left.

Going to see Guest.