Singto bit his lower lips in frustration, eyes darted nervously on the ticking time at the edge of his taskbar as he continues typing away his report.
He ignores the incoming emails that he knew were from his boss screaming for the 1st draft for that meeting tomm but he's tired n only have hd 4 hrs sleep for the past 3 days. He could feel waves of headaches washing across his head. He gulped his trusted redbull n continue tapping when he saw his phone lights up with new msg - of course.
Babe❤:
I ordered you lunch. Think the delivery should reach u in 15mins.xo
He was jolted from his thoughts when ms Karn stopped by his a mess of table and placed a paper bag of takeouts on his table.
"A delivery boy came by n said it was for u. Did ur wife send u the food." She teases him and he laughs nervously before saying his thanks.
He sat back, suddenly felt refreshed before realizing something. Behind his laptop nw hidden behind mountains of papers is the Polaroid of him n krist that they took yr ago that he thumbtacks to the wall of his workstation.
He smiled adoringly and answered his text msg
❤❤❤:
Thanks! Love u😘
