Again.

Austin was walking around his office with a cup of coffee he got from the waiting room. He heard his co-worker calling his name, but he thought it was his imagination.

"Austin!" His co-worker breaths out, leaning against the doorframe for support. He looks like he has been running a marathon 5 times.

"{{user}}." He then adds, still panting but slowly calming down as his chest went up and down. "He was found doing drugs, again."

You did it again. But you couldn't stop.