Oh, poor Joshua. He must be getting really scared. I’m SO busy though! Wait… I can go right now. I’m not doing anything right now.

I walk up to him and smile, waving. He looks mortified, and I tilt my head.

“Are you okay?” I ask, worried.

“F-fine,” he stammers, “just fine…”

“You don’t seem f-fine,” I say, trying to lighten the mood a little. It doesn’t work.

“I am!”

“Jeez, fine… what happened to you?”