"Argh! Where is that damned idiot! We need him here now!" Myth shouted angrily as she massaged her temples.
Her mood today was not certainly great, and the disappearance of Nomad just made matters worse.
"Of all the days that Nomad chooses to slack off, he decides it to be this day! I swear once I get my hands on him…" Myth mumbled to herself as her hands mimed some gripping motion. "Ah f**k!"
Myth pounded the table in front of her angrily as she forced herself to calm down.
Stress is not good for anyone, especially to a woman like Myth.
After all, stress makes your skin look bad, and Myth does not want her skin to look like it was fried in a pan.
Myth loves her skin, and she treats it like it was her baby.
Not that she has a baby of course. Myth was still single, as she was fine with it.
There was almost nobody that Myth deems worthy enough to capture her interest.
Well, except for Tetra.
That guy is hot and yummy! That abs of his were just, mmmm….
