Fizzarolli's pov

it was 3 hours in already and I wish i would just drop dead. suddenly a ding came from my phone, I expected to see mammon but instead, I saw Ozzie, I quickly opened up the message

Fuck. a note! of course. wait. Ozzie was worried?, about HIM? the thought put a smile on my face, thankfully my face was caked to shit with makeup or else everyone would be able to see the growing blush on my face. i quickly texted back.

Of course. a typo. how embarrassing. Ozzie must find those pathetic. his texts were always well coordinated, at least enough for no typos. fuck.

'get home safe' he says, I had to hold in a giggle. satan. this man will be the end of him he swears.

After I sent the text I went back to work, at least today wasn't completely horrible, the little things like that usually make my day. one could swear Ozzie knew exactly how to make someone leap for joy with a simple word... i can't wait to get home.