vii. Days
He's been a bit on edge lately. Well, more so than usual. He sits at his laptop for hours, the fluorescent glow making his eyes water and sting. He rubs at his eyes, and runs a hand through his hair, a mug of coffee settled next to his laptop. This is so unhealthy.
He walks toward the mess, trying to grab a muffin. Josh stands in the way. Between him and a banana nut muffin. Oh, Josh. You idiot. Get out of the way.
His cell phone rings. "Hello? Ainsley? Hey!" He eyes Josh's smirk. Talk now, beat Josh later.