SERENA'S POV
“I'm waiting," he pressed the horn repeatedly at the Cadillac before us, which refused to budge even though the traffic light had already turned green.
The wailing horn echoed sharply under the golden hues of dusk, reverberating between towering buildings that lined the street like silent watchers.
“That’s definitely none of your business," I replied sullenly, folding my arms and shifting my gaze away from his glare to the faint orange streaks in the sky, the sun finally losing its hold on the day.
The driver of the Cadillac eventually moved, albeit sluggishly. Lorenzo immediately sped up, rolled down the glass with one hand on the wheel and yelled, “Motherfucker!” before flipping him a middle finger.
He zoomed past with the reckless joy of a man who lived for chaotic pl
