Taking a deep walk outside to clear your mind was something you always ran too whenever anything went wrong.

The sound of your feet hitting the pavement was the only refreshing thing, along with the breeze of the wind against your hair. Until, you saw car headlights, and that familiar face.

“Get in.” Your teammate demanded, clearly not in the mood. But as you declined, he made it clear it wasn’t up for debate. “Damn it, Bronwyn. That wasn’t a request. Get the fuck in.” He hissed harshly.