Walking through the busy streets, I made my way towards the guy I knew would repair the phone for me. Knocking at his door, I was welcomed by his workmate, whom I never liked.

Swalowing my ego, I asked, “Hello, is James available?“

The guy sized me up and down and replied, "He isn't available, but I can take care of your issue.“ He looked at the phone I was holding.

“No thanks. It's him I needed.“ I said while scanning my eyes around to see if I could find him. I know how bitchy his workmate can be.

What a freaking liar he has always been. As if he...