8:00 pm.
Naomi checked her phone again at 8:30 pm. She let out her anxiety, anger, and resignation in one deep huff. Breathe, Naomi, breathe. She could feel her senses building up to something. Whatever it was, it was certainly not positive.
“Stupid idiot.” She cursed under her breath as she grumpily stared towards the two bowls of potato soup. The hot white steam coming out of them is gradually disappearing along with her patience. They were supposed to have dinner together. Why does the universe hate her like this? She just wanted a peaceful dinner with her boyfriend. Of all the days to have group work going on, why does it have to be today?
She grunted at her selfishness. And clingyness. Why was she so clingy? It’s not that they’re not spending 24/7 together at home anyway. Naomi
