Sergio sighed and ran his fingers through his wavy dark hair. The ticking of the clock weighed on him like a lead ball and the glare of his laptop stung his eyes even if it was just noon.
His fingers grasped at his coffee mug and he lifted it to his lips. The lukewarm liquid feels like sand and paper all at once.
He sighed again and glanced at the clock. 2:30. Just thirty minutes more. It felt like an eternity though. His fingers itched to grab his things and hightail it out of there and his brain couldn’t stop spinning with his -Their plans.
He wanted to call Julia, hear her sweet sweet voice... just the thought of it had him relaxing and his fingers unclutching the poor pen.
He wanted nothing more than to bury his face into her silky hair and inhale her scent. He longed for her every
