Sawyer
As I swing the door open, I'm surprised to see Trevor standing there with his hand raised mid-air to knock on the door… impatient much?
He looks like hell! His hair is disheveled, there are dark circles around his eyes, and his eyes look puffy… He probably hasn't slept much. I can tell he's wracked with guilt, and I can't help but think, Karma!
Despite his pitiful state, I don't feel any sympathy for him. You reap what you sow, Trevor… I'm amazed, though, to see him physically distraught… One sleepless night, and he's lost all of his charm. This man clearly needs his eight hours of beauty sleep.
“Is a rabid dog chasing you?” I ask him in a stern voice.
“What?” he replies, looking puzzled.
“I'm just trying to understand why you're relentlessly ringing our doorbell at the risk
