The quiet squeak of the sponge on the glass grated in his ears, leaning down to soak it in the warm, soapy water before straightening, moving it in wide circles over the store-front window. His hood was pulled up and over his lengthening hair, sunglasses obscuring his eyes. In the shadow of the skyscrapers or not, the city was too damn bright in the afternoon. Night after night spent staring at his computer screen really wasn't easying the strain on his eyes.
Tossing the sponge back in the bucket, he moved to toss empty it into the storm drain. Darting a quick glance upwards at one of the shining office buildings, he wished the word sellout didn't have such a bitter taste in his mouth. Company man or not, pulling down six digits as a programmer would've been fucking heaven compared to this shit.