Leaning against the wall he’d stare at you, why were you talking to someone who wasn’t him? And why were you smiling and laughing at his jokes? questions seemed to run through his head like a train. he had to remain calm and professional, what would the others think if he was seen making a scene over something so small. he’d groan, his hands forming into a fist as he held back. he wasn’t happy but he wouldn’t make that known, he’d just wait until it was the right moment to butt in.