Arabella marched over to their car, hugging herself and rubbing her hands along her arms as she braced against the chilly air. Without waiting for Felix, she yanked open the driver’s side door so forcefully, that Felix almost thought the car door might creak with the force.
She got into the driving seat, slamming the door behind her on purpose; because the sharp sound reached his ears, carrying the message that she was extremely pissed.
But there was something else that surprised Felix, she usually didn't prefer to drive herself anywhere, if she could avoid it. In her world of efficiency, she believed that she could save some time during the commute by working or catching up on pending messages.
But tonight, she was in a completely sour mood, and it was clear that she had no patience
