Is it bad that I'm contemplating calling Levi for no good reason?

I've been bored out of my mind for the past forty minutes, and I don't know what to do anymore.

At first, I looked around the office, going through his drawers and all—without guilt because he permitted me to do so—but there's really nothing interesting in here. Only papers, papers and more papers.

Then I tried scrolling through my phone, but I got a headache from staring at the screen.

Now, I'm just sitting with my head resting on the desk, counting the minutes until Levi returns.

As if the universe is tired of my complaints, the door...