OCEANS.
I paced her office, waiting for her to push that door open.
Staying in my own office and waiting for her to walk through the door had lasted approximately forty seconds before I decided that was not something I was capable of doing. So, I crossed into her office and waited there.
My hand curled into a fist, the tension in my fingers so sharp that I could feel it in my wrist. I forced it still.
The door suddenly pushed open, and she walked in, still maintaining the same smile she had obviously given to the cab driver.
"Good morning," She greeted, beaming, as she closed the door.
"Tell me his name exists in your phone as something boring," I said before she had finished turning back around. "Tell me that right now."
She stopped walking.
Her brows came together. "What?"
"Righ
