No matter how murderous he felt when the bell rang, the face he saw when he opened the door made him feel a wave of stress coming that he basically forgot his words to murder the person. Tia had a grin on her face, one that spoke of just how annoying she knew she was being. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. In her shorts and a cropped top, the sweat sliding down her skin and how breathless she was as she leaned against the door trying to catch her breath made him speechless.
“H.. hold on.” She panted.
Waving her hand in front of him.
She looked so beat, that he wasn’t even going to bother asking why she looked as if she just got saved from almost drowning.
“What are you doing here now, Tia?” He asked with a loud sigh, rubbing his temple as if soothing a growing headache. Eldridge
