Theodore
I bite on my tongue as I stick it out, concentrating on where I’m clicking.
Checking my notes in my little booklet that I assembled myself, I solve another hypothetical issue on the computer.
“Okay,” I breathe out, lifting my booklet and reading another line. “This should be there.”
Looking back at the computer, I scrunch up my nose. “What the hell?! Did I miss writing down a line?” I whisper to myself panicky, my heart jumping as I can’t find the button that I should click on to continue with the simulation.
Damn it.
How can I be so stupid?
It looks so easy when Jim does it.
I groan, putting my hands into my hair, and jump as a constant vibration rumbles in my pocket.
Taking my private phone out of my pocket while I squint at my work phone sitting on my table and
