As the girls chatted about their lipstick and swapped tips, Jonathan exhaled slowly and kept working his key slowly through the tape. This shit was driving him nuts but he was trying to get through it. Patiently.

Then Edward came over and he felt the urge to use what little wiggle room he had to kick the guy. There was something about his casualness that just inspire a deep hate in him. He loathed this place and he thought the people were absolutely garbage - and they were proving him right daily.

"Then do it, son. I ain't gonna beg you."