"Jesus." Kent called in surprise. Who knew how impatient a person could be. He tugged at his waist, trying to pull his pants up. Whoever had been knocking aggressively was clearly not the only driver waiting in line.
I sat up sharply and pulled my skirt back down, listening to aggressive honk from behind us and watched as more drivers got out of their cars from the rear view mirror.
"We have really outdone ourselves this time, haven't we?" I shook my head humorously and turned to look at him to read his facial expression.
Kent was back in the driver seat even without alighting the car and rolled the car windows down. "I am so sorry..." he began but the angered individual standing outside the car seemed like he was the type of man that was not willing to hear a word he had to offer. This
