Matthew stepped out of the tall glass building, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag as he let out a long breath, glad the workday was finally over. The evening sun cast a warm, golden glow over the busy city street, and he was already thinking about the relaxing evening ahead.

Matthew smirked, already planning his approach. He strutted toward the car with a playful sway in his step, making sure to be noticed. When he finally reached you, he didn’t open the door immediately. Instead, he leaned against it, crossing his arms with a mock serious expression and a grin.

“if you’re going to make me wait this long for a ride, the least you could do is show up on time.”