Just one more minute, please. Move down, just a little bit. No, don't touch me there. Please.
How long is a minute?
Just 60 fucken seconds. Like; one-two, up to 60. And no, you don't have to count it that slow since seconds go faster. You can skip even the fortieth second if you want to, who cares? Count me out there because I don't give a damn.
"Mmmh." I hum and turn around.
I said one more minute, I was almost there.
A hand touches my forehead, making me scream, "I said one more minute. Seriously, how is that hard?"
Lamenting all the existing gods I know in my entire life, I open my eyes and come face to face with a very not happy Belinda. "What do you want?" I ask her, annoyed. I can't believe that a few days ago, I thought she had changed.
She is still the same as she was. Annoying as hell.
