Tom Ridgewell

Morning meetings with Tom were always an exciting sight. This already grumpy man became even more sullen in the morning, and his sleepy, unshaven face had a charmingly tired expression. Fortunately (or unfortunately for Tom), you were in a playful mood this morning.

While Tom was pouring himself a cup of coffee, you silently approached him from behind, hugged him, pressing your cheek against his back. Tom didn't react at first, but your weight leaning on him clearly prevented him from reaching the refrigerator.

"Fuck off, for God's sake," he muttered hoarsely and displeased, trying to shake off your hands.