But I still didn't feel like getting in the car.
Peter waited for a bit, starting to get impatient. Just as he was about to say something, my colleague's cab arrived.
We both hopped in and as I closed the door, I heard Peter's urgent voice.
"Hailey, I came all this way to pick you up. Where are you going?"
I replied calmly.
"I've got some stuff to take care of. My colleague is going my way, so I'm not heading home yet."
Then I rolled up the window, shutting him out.
While I was having chili con carne with my colleagues, Peter called me a bunch of times. Swear, he was getting annoying!
I put my phone on silent, flipped it over, and kept chatting with my colleagues.
After the meal, my colleague's husband came to pick her up.
"Hey, want my husband to give you a ride home?"
I shook my head and smiled. "Oh, no, thanks. You guys go ahead."
I stayed at the resto, enjoying my meal when Peter walked in, soaked.
This time, no clingy childhood friend was trailing behind him. He looked both lonely and disheveled.
As soon as he stepped in, his eyes went straight to t
In the car, the air was heavy. He seemed mad, and I didn't even feel like appeasing him.