Rashid
The water was hot when it ran over my hands, scalding me slightly. In the mirror, my scowl stared back at me, the annoyance from earlier still prevalent on my face.
I'd excused myself to that bathroom less than ten minutes ago and still, I couldn't get myself back down to a neutral standpoint. Whatever it was about Hafsa that drove me up a wall was something I would consider impressive if it wasn't so f*****g irritating to deal with.
It wasn't even the way she acted in her mannerisms—which were completely normal, if not regal in a sense. Her presence grated me without her even trying to; my pent-up anger pin-pointedly focusing on her and boiling so hot inside of my stomach that I considered getting checked for ulcers with how much stomach acid must be bleeding into my system by
