About ten minutes after Anthony was done snapping at me for something that was clearly not my fault, a scared looking older man stood in front of Anthony. He gulped, probably in fear, because he had been the one who had delivered the paper with the code before. He had a fresh sheet of paper which he silently handed to me and left.
I realized that the man had gone wrong in writing the dots and dashes wrong. The whole argument over this mistake seemed futile at the moment, but it just proved how angry I was at the man despite him acting all sweet and caring and nice to me; it also showed that Anthony was nervous about his plans. It was a refreshing thought, to say the least.
Anthony seemed to grow eerily quiet as I quickly worked on the sheet of paper that the man had presented and shoved the paper at him. Then I took great pleasure in handing with the rough work for the previous paper and had left the room.
