“What are you doing here?” My tone was dry, not bothering with any form of familiarity.
“Why didn't you answer my calls?” He went straightforward, moving towards me where I had my arms already crossed over my chest.
“I didn't feel like it.” The answer was simple, but through the night light, I could see the frown on his face.
“Listen, we need to talk.”
“No, we don't need to talk one bit.” My tone was calm, composed and professional, earning a tightened jaw from him.
He stepped forward, but I raised a hand, stopping him from coming any further.
“Listen, I have no idea why you're here and truthfully, I don't think I can give a f**k to care, but my car's tyre is flat. Do you have a spare one to borrow? If yes, then give it, I'll compensate you nicely for that. If not, you should be gett
