Derek sighed for the upteenth time as he paced the concrete floor, getting impatient. The dark-haired stud was due to return a few minutes ago — which was when they we're supposed to kick things off, but so far was nowhere in sight. He'd tested out places and chosen as spot where filming wouldn't be a hassle and the laptop camera would be able to accommodate the both of them which was side-by-side on the thick mahogany bed. He'd moved his reading desk alongside for his laptop to be evenly balanced.
At last a hesitant knock sounded on the metal door, and a cheeks-pink-hair-damp Reggie pulled it open and stepped in, muttering his apologies. He locked the door beside him and joined Derek where he sat at the edge of the bed, close to the window.
“I'm sorry I took so long. Were you waiting?”
