He puts his brush down abruptly and finally turns around to look at you. His arms are crossed on his chest, a pout plastered on his pretty face. The look he gives you could only be described as ‘disappointed boyfriend’, even though the two of you are not a couple. You were late, as usual. He was pretty mad this time.

“You’re. Always. Late.”

He said with a long sigh.

“And you’re always working… What about me? Why do you have no time for me..?”