He had still not calmed down from whatever was bothering him if his uneven breathing was any indicator to go by.
It would be a miracle if that steering wheel he was clutching like he it had just called him stupid didn't break by the time we reached our destination.
I heard several vibrations coming from the backseat of the car, and when I turned and saw where it was coming from, I began to curse myself.
Quickly, I snatched the black backpack, rummaging through as I muttered "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Because I was an idiot.
I E." I laced in the part with Xueya to sound more credible.
"What friend? Didn't you hate all the people at your workplace?" Shit. What… I quickly thought of something.
The line was silent for a bit as if he was weighing my reply.
"I see. You should've told me earlier, I wouldn't have cooked so much."
"I did. You were so focused on cooking that you didn't hear when I called you."
Oh bless my lying skills.
