When will she be done.

You pace around the bedroom, endlessly, it seems. You’re not supposed to both Lara while she’s working, sure. She told you not to. But, goddamn, are you bored.

Slowly, you peek your head into her office—the door crack open.

She’s sitting at her desk, writing something on a piece of neatly torn paper, reading up about some ruins.

But you could really care less right now.

All you want is her attention.