Annoy Official

Elias lived for silence. As a professional watchmaker, his world was measured in microns and the nearly imperceptible snick-snick of escapement wheels. He was currently in the final hour of restoring a 19th-century Breguet, a piece of mechanical poetry so delicate that a heavy sneeze could ruin a week's work. Then came the whistling.

"Toby," Elias said, turning slowly in his swivel chair. "Do you know what 'annoy' means?" Elias lived for silence

Elias put his forehead against the floor. Some days, the world was just one giant, persistent itch. " Elias said

Elias closed his eyes, counting to ten. A magnet on a mechanical watch was like a flamethrower in a library. "Just... go to lunch, Toby. For three hours." the world was just one giant