— finger slip
××× — pointzrenata:
The man stood at one of the crossroads; his hands in his pockets and his eyes flaming with anger. He couldn't believe that a job interview could go so bad in just the span of five to ten minutes, as to make his blood boil to the point where he would gladly stab the completely common ball of tallow his interviewer was. It was just insane.
A bump to his shoulder got the male out of his trance; his eyes moving up to follow the figure that turned around with the intention to nag, but gave up immediately seeing the immortal man's stare. That followed to his eyes catching a glimpse on one of the huge monitors that re-winded the press conference. He managed to watch glimpses of it while he waited for his interview to start, which displeased him, especially when he wanted to watch it all. At least it was one small thing to make him smile. His friend managed to bring back the company for such a small period of time, that was enough to make him feel slightly proud, even if he suppressed his feelings for the most part.
She was there also, and he couldn't avoid that. Not when the re-wind came to a point where she was on focus. Her lilac eyes stood out on the background of her light, almost white, skin and cause him to be unable to tear his eyes apart from the screen. Her eyes, that was the only reminder he had, or he was sure he would've fallen under a spell.
Without much thought the male took out his phone and typed up a quick message, but before he sent it he pondered over a minute how exactly to send it. He had a few options. He could send it—
Another bump of his shoulder cut his decision short, and made him accidentally press the button that sent the message from his name while he tried to hold onto his phone so he won't drop it. "Мамка му." He cursed as he watched the message sending and the letters it hold.
... At least it was a standard message.
[msg: Renata ] How are you doing? I watched the opening.