As the little hand continued to rhythmically tick, Henry's patience dwindled, and anxiety set in. He had reorganized his desk supplies three times, each time rearranging the pens by color. Everything was in place in his tidy office, yet the clerk was still missing. With a gush of wind, the front door burst open and in fumbled a lanky young man who was struggling to balance a briefcase and five coffees. Henry swiftly made haste towards the door, attempting to conceal his irritation. With a stern tone Henry inquired, "Well look who decided to show up! Out of the 365 days in a year you decide to be late TODAY? Why on Earth are you late?" The clerk smoothed his curly locks to the side of his face and cooly replied, "My watch must've been slow." The nonchalant tone of his voice took Henry by surprise. "Well, either you must get a new watch or I must get a new clerk" Henry retorted. He felt accomplished, returning a sly comment back. The clerk and Henry shared an awkward moment of silence, the stale air between them getting dense.
