“Jimmy, seriously? You’re breathing right in my face.”
“What do you want me to do, Claire? Not breathe?”
It’s been ten minutes of us sitting face to face under our desks. We felt the building shake, and everyone hit the deck when things started falling to the floor. Bobbleheads fell off desks, pictures off of walls, and people dove under their desks. However, this also means that Jimmy has been breathing his hot Cheeto breath in my face for ten minutes. As much as I’d like to...
