Storm

He walked into the office and bumped a desk on his way to his own desk. The papers on the corner of the desk flew up and landed on the floor. I frowned at Joe as he sat down. Everywhere he went was like there was a hurricane following him. Like it was hovering over his head. 

He slammed his coffee on the table and some of it spilled. I giggled a bit. He glared at me. I looked down at my paper and laughed in my head. He got mad at me and threw his papers down and walked into the boss's office. On no! No again….