Into Her
Richard's POV.
Eight years ago,
“I'm on my way, mom. Yeah! Order whatever you want. Fine for me. Yeah.” Ugh! She is such a b***h sometimes. I entered the elevator, fixed my phone back in my pocket, and pressed for the ninth floor.
I've noticed, that whenever I'm bored or irritated, my lips begin to whistle on their own. And feet tap just the same against the floor. So, I might be pissed right now. I left home in a hurry and now I notice in the mirror that my t-shirt was reversed. Is that even possible? Did I not notice the collar being on my back? Uh! I gazed at the monitor and it was still just the second floor passing under. Even though I wasn’t alone, I quickly fixed the shirt and tossed it decently. And fixing my shoulder-length tangles, up and behind my head in a huge bun
