The text made you snicker.

You were aware it wasn’t something to laugh at. It really shouldn’t be comical. And it wasn’t.. To everyone with the exception of you.

How did John B manage to louse up that gravely? Call Sarah, his girlfriend of all people, the wrong name? Even worse for the both of you, your name?

You should feel embarrassed. Shameful, even. But you just couldn’t find it in your heart to feel anything but amusement.

Your elegant fingers dance across your illuminated phone screen, typing back a response to John B’s earlier text. Though, as soon as your thumb hovers over the send button, a loud knock strikes against your heavy wooden door. The familiar pattern of thumping made it apparent who stood just on the other side. Not like John B’s sharpish arrival wasn’t expected anyways.

As soon as he spots the knob twist open, he pushes past the half opened door and into the room. You grudgingly decide to brush off the sudden urgency as he must’ve gone through it with Sarah.

Just this time you’ll let it slide.

“She’s so fuckin’ mad at me.. Ya saw my text right?” John B’s words are pressing, almost as if he blamed you for his fuck up. His stress filled tantrum was almost cute to you.