Adrian’s POV
The doorbell chimed through the quiet of my apartment. I glanced at the monitor. Stefan. I let a smirk crawl across my face before pulling the door open. He stood there, jaw tight and eyes dark.
“What do you want from me?” he snapped, pushing past me into the room.
“Whatever happened to hello?” I leaned against the doorframe, keeping the smirk fixed. “How are you? How’s the movie coming along?”
“I really don’t have time for this, Adrian. What do you want?” He paced the floor, his shoulders hunched with annoyance. I just folded my arms, watching him spiral.
“Do you want a drink? I know you love ginger ale. I have some in the fridge.” I brushed past him, not waiting for an answer.
“I don’t want anything!”
I ignored him. I reached into the fridge, the cold air hitting my f
