I barged to the living room. Hames was on the sofa opposite the television. Though the television was turned on to an obviously romantic-comedy, he wasn't watching it but had his attention focused on his laptop, hitting its keys with his fingers aggressively.
I stopped right in front of him, standing in akimbo and held my phone up to face him.
I was about to call him Mr Hendrix but I remembered he had said I could call him Hames. "Hames, please I need an explanation."
He didn't raise his head from the laptop, totally ignoring me.
"Hello?" I frowned, waving my hand.
Still no response.
"Have you gone online today?!" I barked.
My loudness definitely drew his attention as he slowly raised his head to me, wearing the most bored expression I had ever seen anyone wear.
"So what?" He
