Sitting anxiously, he taps his right foot rapidly on the tile floor. Sinking into the oversized leather recliner, he moves his fingers briskly across his keyboard. The taps of his fingers against the keys almost creates a rhythm that matches the beat his headphones are emitting.
His suitcase is already packed; the only obstacle standing in his way of fall break now is this paper. He gazes at the screen and re-reads what he has just typed.
As friends brush past him he continues to answer the same question.
If the huge grin that overtakes his face before he answers doesn’t give it away, his standard response to the question does.
“Can’t wait,” he proclaims with his smile growing larger. “Been counting down the days and I’m headed out after this.”
He promptly returns to moving his fingers across the keyboard as if he were playing a classical song on the piano. Whisking his fingertips across each letter, he puts the finishing touches on his work.
A smile creeps onto his face once again. There is a glow in his eyes, the kind only a sense of true excitement could create.
He slams shut his laptop and stuffs it into his black backpack. After a deep breath the feeling of freedom sets in as he removes his headphones.
He struggles to put on his backpack as he fights with one of the twisted straps. When he finally gets it on, he pulls out the handle on his suitcase and begins to wheel it outside.
Finally, it is the start of his break.
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