"Oh my gosh," Jamie exclaimed, his eyes wide as if the mere thought of it was physically painful. "I am so pissed right now. Why would you go to the gym? Seriously, Soren. Why?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms like a general preparing to interrogate a reluctant soldier, his lips twitching with barely contained amusement and outrage at the same time.
Soren rubbed the back of his neck nervously, glancing between Jamie and Phoenix as if they were two predators circling him. "Well… like I've been saying for the last fifty minutes or so… I was stressed," he said, trying to keep his tone casual, though a faint tremor betrayed the panic he was feeling. His fingers tapped nervously on the table, betraying the calm he tried to pretend he had.
