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Toby stopped mid-whistle, his cleaning rag frozen. "Uh, like when my sister hides my phone?"

The hairspring, a coil thinner than a human eyelash, had Ping-Ponged out of the tweezers and vanished into the shag carpet. Elias sat frozen. The annoyance he had been carefully tamping down suddenly flared into a cold, white heat.

Toby looked at the floor, then back at Elias, his eyes wide. "I... I can help find it? I have a magnet!" Toby stopped mid-whistle, his cleaning rag frozen

He had only been searching for five minutes when a small, rhythmic sound started up from the street outside. A car was idling, its bass-heavy music thumping a single, repetitive note that shook the very glass of his storefront.

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. The annoyance he had been carefully tamping down

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."

"Toby," Elias called out, his voice a low vibration of restrained irritation. "The solvent. Is it applied?" I can help find it

In the following story, the theme of "annoy" is explored through the friction between two contrasting characters in a quiet, high-stakes environment. The Audition