Something's Fishy
Tom stared at his watch now, clicking the button that made it show the ticking seconds as well as the hour and minute. As the appointed time grew closer and closer, his heart picked up; sweat beaded all over his body; he felt himself on the verge of throwing up.
Ten seconds.
He quickly put his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, counting down the last few seconds in his mind.
Five, four, three, two, and one...
Tom closed his eyes and shouted out the words, "THOMAS NOLAND!" He stomped the ground below him ten times with his right foot, and a quick and cold shiver of excitement went up and down his back.