Mikaela can feel his anxiety already building up.
The dinner is hours away. Why the hell am I getting anxious now?
He shakes his head as if it will help still his nerves, walking out of the dark corner by the staircase.
He finds his way back to the hallway, where he sees Tyler standing, his back resting against a wall, seemingly waiting for him.
He eyes him down, "Why are you standing there like an idiot?"
Tyler arches his brow at the question, "So hostile. Are you still mad about taking some blame off my back, Angel?"
"Go to hell fucker."
"Harsh. What's going on with the attitude? You seem tense." A smirk spreads on his face, "I know what will cheer you up though. Come on. I wanna show you something?" He beckons on Mikaela with his fingers.
He glares at the manner of disrespect.
Who is he talking to right now?
