“Fuck!”

Lara’s fist came down hard on the dash as the traffic came to a sharp halt, the both of you jerking forward a little from its abruptness— a loud, exasperated sigh following afterwards.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a while, love,” she mutters, bringing a hand to her face to rub her closed eyes; her brows bunched up in frustration.

All she wanted to do was go home.

And to spend time with you, comfortably.