She got out of the car angrily as she jammed the door, not caring if the expensive thing would damage.
"Grace," he called as he also got out of the car and rush after her before she could escape into the white painted wooden door of her house.
"Gracie, wait." she actually halted, holding the door handle.
Slowly, she let go off it and turned to him, crossed her arms under her chest. Her eye batted as she waited for him to spill out.
He huffed and ruffled a hand in his hair, which made it messier. His hairstyles was different from most boys of their age she knew. Boys their age loved the hair styles in the modern, classy way but his... was just his curly laying messy on his head as though he just got out of bed and he was a Greek god was would still look fine with it.
His hands dropped on his waistline as he tilted a bit and licked his lips.
