Something hit the floor with a crack. Nate turned and looked down to see his cell phone on the floor. He patted his back pockets, as if to be sure it was his, then swore and reached down. The phone slid across the floor. he muttered.It slid faster now, scraping and bumping along. Nate growled. As he took off after the phone, I looked out the bathroom door to see it rise a foot off the ground, then fall with a crack.Nate swore and picked up speed, loping down the hall, muttering.
Nate's day takes a frustrating turn when his cell phone slips from his hand and crashes to the ground. As he confirms it's his phone by patting his pockets, he realizes it has started to slide away from him. Annoyed, he mutters to himself and lunges after it as it continues to move, making loud noises as it travels across the floor.
As Nate chases his rebellious phone down the hall, he sees it lift unexpectedly off the ground before crashing again. His irritation is palpable as he swears and quickens his pace, showing his determination to retrieve the phone. This scene captures both the chaos of the moment and Nate's escalating frustration.