She was so anxious she felt like she was covered in ants. She steadied her hand just long enough to knock on the door. “Come in.” She pushed the door open and stuck her head in. Kirk jumped up when he saw her, knocking his coffee all over his desk. “Fuck!” He patted down his pockets looking for something to mop up the spill before he started picking the dripping papers off his desk and shaking them off. Julianna pulled a package of tissues out of her purse and handed them to him. “Thank you,” he said, snatching them from her. He tore the plastic open, spread the tissues out on the desk, and banged his fist down beside the spill. “Is this a bad time?” He leaned one arm on the desk and looked at her. “What are you doing here?” “I came to see you.” “I can see that,” he said. “Why?” She scrunched up her face. “Do you want me to come back?” She took a step towards the door. “I could come back later.” “No! I don’t want you to come back later.” She nodded and closed the door gently behind her, hoping he was done yelling and that the spill wouldn’t spoil the good news.
