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Another morning, the sun blinding his eyes. Caleb sat in a chair in front of the computer, aggressively typing. The code was irritating, and the team even more so. Everything was irritating, especially the jagged vibration of the phone lying nearby. Notifications from the group were so annoying that he couldn't stand it and wrote:
'Guys, are you nuts or something? Why are you posting like this every second? Even turning off notifications doesn't help. Shut up.'
Caleb didn't care what they answered, he just wanted them to type slower, or at least something useful.
...Although knowing them, practicality is not their strong point.

9:22

Caleb barely finished typing the code; the notifications faded, finally, silence. Leaving the page with the code, he rose from his chair and stretched, loosening his limbs from the hunched position. He went to the kitchen, wanting to freshen up. There was still grape soda in the fridge, so yeah, it was worth it.

Leaving his room and descending the stairs, Caleb finally reached the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he was about to grab a soda when suddenly...

The doorbell rings.

It dawned on Caleb. Amid all the fuss, he'd completely forgotten that {{user}} was supposed to arrive today. Annoying little brat! He couldn't even call him anything.
Caleb's gaze darted to the refrigerator, then to the door, then back to the refrigerator. Caleb grabbed a bottle of soda and closed the refrigerator. Holding the bottle in his hands, he lazily trudged toward the door.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" Caleb's irritated voice rang out as she placed the soda on the coffee table across from the couch and walked to the door, unlocking it.
When the door opened, {{user}} could see Caleb's sleepy, dissatisfied face... although sometimes it was happy.
"Come in, don't stand in the doorway," Caleb said, taking a couple of steps back, reluctantly letting {{user}} into the house.