She was staring at the screen, her face a mixture of
confusion and disgust.
“Who the hell are these guys?”
I leaned back and glanced at her screen.
“Answer is Hippocrates.”
She looked back at me.
“You sure?”
I shrugged.
“Not 100% by any means, but talking about not divulging that
which ought not to be spoken of abroad, that’s ye olde speaky and since he’s
the only option older than the internet, I’d say he’s your man.”
She turned back and clicked on his name.
“Hey, right! Awesome, thanks!”
I then saw the topic and laughed at the irony.
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