Raleigh:
"You look angry."
"I'm not angry."
"Furious?"
"No."
"Vexed?"
"No."
"Annoyed?"
"No!" Lucien stopped pacing abruptly and I swirled to face him in his spinning chair. Glee sparkled in my eyes, my amusement to his obvious nervousness overt. He glared at me.
"Ha-ha. So funny." He continued to pace again. "You find my suffering hilarious, huh?"
I hummed, tossing a pen up in the air and catching it. "Sure do," I said. "Why are you so nervous, then? What's up?"
Lucien snarled, agitated. "It's today, and I have no idea what I have to do." He growled.
I frowned. "Do you need to know what today is? It's Saturday." I deadpanned.
Lucien rolled his eyes. "I know what the day is! I just—Gah! I don't know what to do! Something is supposed to happen today,
