Roane
Tristan has practically worn a path into the carpet here in my office and after four hours my patience was running thin. "Can you sit down already, or maybe go and do your job? This is what you get for sending her that email."
"It's been hours already and she hasn't responded yet. I thought that she would have responded by now. Do you think I upset her with the message," he asked with both his hands grasped in his shaggy hair while still walking his path.
What an idiot, why didn't he consider all of the different options of what could happen before he sent that f*cking email, what a moron. Maybe if he actually used that head of his, he might not find himself in situations like this all of the time.
"Seriously, what the hell did you think she was going to think when she read that email. Think about it, she only left that place once and she was personally escorted by that a**hole Rogan."
