“I told you to stop doing that, I can’t focus with that clinking noise,” I grunted as I manoeuvred myself around the steel box, tools in hand.
She eyed me, irritated at my short patience.
“I get nervous, it calms me,” she said, as she continued to clink her ruby nails against the glass door.
You would think that being in my line of work, patience would come in large amounts, it had to. However, ...
