For the thousandth time that evening the steering wheel’s leather creaked under his grip. He could feel the wheel actually bend under his hands. He felt warping the perfect shape of the part would be quite a fitting reflection of how he was feeling at the moment. He was becoming livid with the situation. He felt his eyes begin to burn as he stared unblinkingly for too long. He had yet to take his eyes off of the glass door of an apartment. An apartment he had sat outside of now just as often as he had sat outside of her apartment. One of a few locations he had added to his list to frequent during his watch. He was waiting for her to come outside alone. He had had several opportunities to whisk her away when he had her to himself in the night. But he didn’t have everything in place, he wasn
