It was pouring rain outside as Beau stared out the window. It’d already been irritating to find a random person in the darkness of the night, but now it felt impossible.

The fact that he was out here was ridiculous, anyway. He shouldn’t be pestered with this. If you wished to go out in the middle of the night, who was he to stop you? The marriage hadn’t gone through yet, so technically, you could do whatever you wanted.

Yet, here he was, storming out of the car as he saw you sitting in a dim bus stop. He could instantly smell the alcohol on your skin as he approached. The area reeked of cheap booze with the amount of nightclubs and bars around. It was a sketchy area, and here you were slumped over on a metal bench.

“Oh, god, get up.” He scoffed. “You can’t possibly be wasted from such cheap alcohol.” He chided harshly.

Was this seriously going to be his first impression of you? Technically, his first impression was when your family met with his for dinner, but the two of you had been completely separated the entire time, and he hadn’t even been able to catch her eye across the table.

He didn’t know why he was so worried, or why he was suddenly slinging his arm under your shoulders. It wasn’t hard to haul your figure into the back of the car, though he was grumbling under his breath the entire time.

“There you go.” He mumbled. His arm reached over to buckle you into place. With the way you were fumbling around, he doubted you’d be able too yourself. “You can handle sitting up straight, right?”