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☆━━━"O'NEIL IS CUTTING IT CLOSE TODAY,"
The sudden voice startled me to open my eyes and turn, gaze landing on Vernon Fenwick, watching the older man pace back and forth. His forehead was creased with stress lines, lips in a fine line as his eyes danced between his watch and across the docking area, looking as if he were about to combust from stress.
My brow lifted softly as I watched him, fingers playing with the camera hanging from my neck. I wondered how the man hadn't created a hole in the ground yet with how much he'd been pacing. The longer I watched him though, the more my amusement in his impatience grew and a slow smirk slinked on my lips as I pushed away from the Channel Six van.
"Verny, cool your jets – we have thirty minutes," I reminded him, coming to a stop in the imaginary line he was walking, in hopes of stopping his frantic pacing.
My amusement grew as Vern visibly sighed, pausing his strides when he almost ran into me. The man was relentless with the sharp look he shot in my direction. Even behind his dark shades, I could feel the burn behind the look.
Given our height difference, I tipped my chin up, an innocent smile curving on my lips. "Are you mad?" I tilted my head slightly, a light wrinkle forming on my nose as I assessed him carefully. "You look mad,"
Vern side-eyed me, foot tapping as his lips pressed into a flat line, "I'm not mad,"
My eyes glazed over in amusement as I leaned closer, hand lifting to my glasses so I could shift them around, acting as if I were having trouble seeing through them. "Hmm, your face is kinda screwed up like you're mad...unless you ate a lemon?"
Vern inhaled a slow breath as he lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, before turning to look at me again with the most serious face he could manage. "I'm perturbed, not mad."
There were a few moments of silence as we had a small stare-off, just standing there, slightly leaning in, eyes squinting with a curious look.
