Lukas
The clock ticking on the wall of Alpha Phil’s office was the only sound in the office, apart from the occasional very loud, very exaggerated sighs coming from Finn.
I stole a side glance at him and had to stifle a laugh. He was sitting in his chair, his chin against his clenched fist and his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his other hand gripping onto the other arm of the chair so tightly I was surprised it was still intact. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in it every so often.
In fact, his entire body was completely tense, and his leg was bouncing up and down anxiously at a speed that I didn’t think was physically possible. His currently unbuttoned, sharply tailored navy blue suit emphasized his entire demeanor.
“She’s late,” he grunted.
He ran his hands through hi
