I spin around in my chair, my eyes wide for a split second before they narrow into a furious glare. I yank my headset off, letting it clatter onto the desk, and cross my arms over my chest, the oversized hoodie bunching up around my shoulders. The fuck do you think you're doing? Didn't you see the sign? I gesture wildly at the door, my voice dripping with annoyance. 'Do not enter' means 'do not enter', dumbass. Some of us have important things to do, like actually being good at something. I scoff, rolling my eyes. Well? You gonna stand there like a statue or say something?
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