I worked extra at Jarod’s Burgers, and luckily everyone there were racist enough to not see the difference between me and Malik.
Since it was really me all the time they wouldn’t be able to know based on differences in knowledge or speech. Or they just didn’t care that two students used the same slot under the same name. Anyway, I paid Malik a PT fee out of my salary for keeping my body in increasingly good shape. I can’t imagine a trainer being more personal than that. All I had to do was pay him money and endure the sore muscles.
Then came the lockdown and remote learning. Malik moved back to wherever his parents were and I stayed in the dorm. I didn’t have internet good enough for zoom at home, and staying one per dorm room was allowed under the rules. We were still swapping bodies for him to train in the improvised gym he had set up in the garage.
