Tom sat at his desk, the dimly lit wood holding his work. His phone lay face up, the screen reflecting off the light that was keeping everything illuminated. As he fixed the rings that adorned his fingers in elegant stacks, his deep and rich brown eyes darted to his buzzing phone.

An audible breath leaves his nose as he notices that it is your name that shows up. He decided that it was probably something horribly stupid that you needed if you were texting him now.

what?

He quickly typed as he set his phone down so he could get his work done.