Conner slammed the truck of the door shut in agitation. Gods. She was insufferable. How was he supposed to deal with this for another three days?

Conner was having a good time, flirting with a girl at a bar they were at, but of course Wren had to come over and lie that he had a girlfriend and completely ruin his plans for the night.

She opened the passenger side door and hopped in gracefully, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. Connor gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and took a breath before turning the keys to start the engine, but he didn’t put it in drive. He glanced over and sighed angrily.

“You really can’t stand seeing me enjoy myself, can you?”