Loch paced around his room, waiting impatiently for Bay to come. He looked at his wrist watch and sighed furiously. Among Bay’s characteristics and traits, Loch hated her tardy arrivals the most. She thought she had a pace which she was obliged to walk but she was always the first one to point a figure when someone else was late for an appointment. In his agitation, Loch punched the wall in frustration, just the moment when the door to his room was opened, revealing a shocked and dismayed Bay on the doorway. She had seen him punch the wall and was wondering why he had acted that way in the first place.
“Loch, what are you doing” she asked him, sincerely concerned about his well-being but Loch didn’t respond to her. Bay rushed to his side, taking his hand into her, examining his bruised k
