I glared at him in annoyance. Damn it, what was he thinking? I really didn't want to waste my time with this guy. But I couldn't go to work tomorrow if I didn't have my ID.
"What do you want? Don't you see what time it is? I don't have much time, so please give me back my ID!" I had to be a little harsh on him to stop him from thinking he could look down on me just because I was a woman.
Instead of feeling scared or guilty, this jerk seemed to be enjoying my near-exploding anger. He really wanted to play with his appearance.
"You came here with your husband?"
"That's none of your business, give it back!" I said, my voice rising. I was on the verge of losing control.
"You're so sweet, how about I take you away from your husband?"
"W-what?" I felt like I'd heard something wrong. Was he
