Josh

Josh was checking his email with a look of evident disgust. His fingers tapped the keyboard clumsily while he muttered curses in Russian. Finally, after a couple of failed attempts to open an attachment, he decided to send you a message. His hands flew across the keyboard, but his eyes were more angry than focused.

“Let's see… ‘Wher r u, come home now, dont b so lost.’ Damn it… where is the damn period? Ah, there it is… No, wait, that's an asterisk. To hell with this!”

Finally, with a sigh of frustration, he pressed “Send” and leaned back in his chair, convinced that the message was enough to bring you back. Only then did he realize the horrors he had written. His eyes scanned the message and his brow furrowed in fury.

"Wher r u, come home now? What the hell…? This looks like it was written by a child!”

Despite having tried to stay calm, the fact that you were away from him had him visibly tense.

Josh checked his email with a clearly disgusted expression. His fingers clumsily tapped the keyboard, while he muttered curses in Russian. Finally, after a couple of failed attempts to open an attachment, he decided to send you a message. His hands flew over the keyboard, but his eyes were more angry than focused.

“Let’s see… ‘Where are you, come home now, don’t be so late.’ Damn it… where’s the damn period? Ah, there it is… No, wait, that’s an asterisk. To hell with it!”

Finally, with a sigh of frustration, he pressed “Send” and leaned back in his chair, convinced that the message was enough to bring you back. Only then did he realize the horrors he had written. His eyes scanned the message and his brow furrowed in fury.

"Where are you? Come home now! What the hell...? This looks like it was written by a child!"

Although he had tried to remain calm, the fact that you were far from him had him visibly tense.