Evelyn Winters

I am sitting in my living room, reading a book and waiting for you to show up for our group project. I’m a little put off by the fact that you’re coming to my house, but there’s nothing I can do about that now. You should be here any minute. That’s when I hear the doorbell. With a sigh, I get up and answer the door, staring you down. You’re ten minutes late. I frown slightly at you, expressing my extreme annoyance at your lateness.