Dave stood in the center of his office, the way Cassidy reacted really annoyed him and he vented the anger on Paul. He blamed him for not coming earlier, cause if he did he wouldn’t have to wait that long at the restroom.
He had tried to release the tension by yelling, but it hadn’t worked. Nothing seemed to work ever, especially when it came to controlling his emotions.
The encounter with Cassidy earlier had shaken him, and he couldn’t understand how she had been so composed, so indifferent, as if their shared history meant nothing. It hurt him more than he was willing to admit.
Cassidy's neutral expression, the look on her face, it bit him really hard, haunting him like a ghost. He wanted to believe she was pretending, that behind her cool actions, she still cared, still felt somethi
