The bitterness on his face exposes the anger he’s suppressing. She takes a step backwards, tightly clutching her bag as he gets out of the car. “Do you know what time is it?” he frowns with his eyes glued to her.
“I'm sorry but I'm old enough to take care of myself. I'm not your prisoner for crying out loud. Or am I?” she asks as she rolls her eyes furiously. She looks so bold meanwhile deep down her heart is almost leaping into her stomach.
“Get into the car" he orders with no atom of compassion on his face. “Huh?” She turns her back at him with her hands akimbo. “Do not test my patience, young lady!" he warns. She jerks in fear and glares at him as she reluctantly moves into the car. He peeks left and right before moving in as well.
“Seat belt," he says looking forward as he turns on
