Zuriel
I am standing in the driveway, waiting for my fiancé. He's late. So rude. I see him pull in. He's driving an impressive black sports car. I don't move back even as he gets closer. He stops just in front of my legs. I cross my arms and glare at him with cold eyes, showing him how angry I am because he is late and does not communicate.
Zuriel doesn't leave his car. He's watching me too... Bored. I huff and go to the passenger seat. I open the door and shut it.
"Morning," he says curtly.
"You're late."
"My bad,"
I grit my teeth and ball my hands in a fist.
"Apologise for being late. Have you no manners?" I sneer.
"It's not my fault, I forgot," he answers.
"Screw you," I murmured, looking out the window. In the corner of my eye, I see him smirk.
