Ethan paced restlessly across the office, his thoughts simmering as he glanced toward the clock. He said he'd be back soon. It was already 8 pm.
He raked his hand through his hair. "Why am I even waiting? I'm still mad at him."
He scoffed aloud. "He's probably out there enjoying himself with that woman... while I'm here waiting like an idiot."
He moved toward the door, ready to leave, when he heard familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway. Instinctively, he rushed back to his desk and flipped open his laptop, typing nonsense as the screen lit up.
Alex walked in, hesitating for a brief second when he saw Ethan still there. A small, cautious smile tugged at his lips.
He strode to Ethan's desk and gently set down a brown paper bag.
Ethan looked up, one brow raised. "What's this?"
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