Third-person narrative.
Kylie Malik ran a hairbrush through her silky blonde hair as she stared into the rearview mirror. Her full lips were a shade of dark brown lipstick, and her siren eyes were lined with black frames.
When she was satisfied with the way she looked, she flung her hair around and sat back in the driver's seat.
Looking out at the hospital building, another groan left her lungs. She was losing patience, and she didn't like it.
It was only a few minutes left before Christian was done with his shift, so he should be walking out the doors any minute now. But it was also a few minutes left before she also lost patience.
On the other hand, what better sight for him to meet after a stressful day at work than a beautiful damsel ready to be his?
She had thought about her pl
