Dallas sat at the small table in the courtyard tapping his pencil against his lips. He desperately needed to get this script to his boss, but he was stuck. Stuck on one single word. What. He knew that he knew the word, but he was utterly convinced that he didn’t know it, or even how to pronounce it. Frustrated, he slammed his notebook shut and leaned back in his chair, making eye contact with the person across from him, slightly startling him, “Can I help you?” He didn’t mean to sound rude, he was just irritated at the situation at hand.
Marie had sat down across from the male quietly, not wanting to disturb him. Though she jumped slightly as he slammed his notebook, causing ver to look up at him. “Uh...no. I uh...this was the only other spot in the shade. I tried to be quiet. I’m sorry.”













