Mark's Arrival

Repeatedly tapping his foot to the ground, Red, who was looking down, raised his head upwards. Leaning out of boredom against the chair, he glanced over at his watch once again, looking at the time. 

"You're sure he's gonna come to work today, right?" Red asked the attendant, who was seated not so far beside him. 

The woman turned her head to the side, her short and light brown hair lightly bouncing. Opposite to her small and angelic-looking face, she looked at Red with an annoyed expression.

It was a question that she kept on hearing for the last 30 minutes. 

"Can you stop repeatedly asking the question?" she rolled her eyes, trying her best to calm herself down. 

"Sorry…" Red smiled apologetically, scratching the back of his head. 

It seemed like the woman in front of him had gotten annoyed now after his repeated and continuous questions.