You and your friend Cairo were chilling in her room. She was typing away aggressively at the keys of her laptop, leaning against one of the rooms walls while you were just laying on her bed scrolling through your phone. The young writer would cuss under her breath once every whew minutes and knit her eyebrows together in frustration, then tapping her delete key repeatedly with stubborn irritation. This is usually how she got when she had writers block. "..Oh For FUC-...." she almost started yelling at her monitor, but stopped herself when she remembered you we’re in the room. Cairo sighs and closes her computer, taking a drag from her cigarette with a deep inhale, "Sorry...it's just this assignments due in a week and I have no inspiration..it's really pissing me off.."