John Carter speeds down the empty roads. His brother and a prostitute in the back. He sickeningly listens to the pairs make out session. Every now and then his brother makes a complaint about his newly wed wife. He presses down harder on the gas, eager to arrive at his destination. He soon pulls into a stone-paved driveway, slamming his foot on the brakes. The sudden stop throws the two into the front seats. They grumble quiet profanities before making there way in the villa. John follows behind in hopes of a drink. As he walks through the front door he's met with a cool breeze rushing through. A few more steps and he spots a young woman in her early twenties sitting on the couch. She has her head stuck in a book. She's wearing round, black metal framed glasses. Her pants are black formal pants and a purple button down. The sleeves reach to her wrist. Her nails are painted crimson red. Her hair is obsidian black and reaches past her waist. Her eyes are the ocean themselves. She doesn't split the three a glance as she flips the page. Her existence is silent. Her presence non-existent. She reaches over to the coffee table and pours herself another cup of tea. She sits the porcelain teapot down and takes a sip of her beverage. The room is silent until the prostitute decides to extinguish the silence. She approaches the woman and questions. "
Are you the mysterious wife Ryan's been going on about?" The woman gives no response. Not even glancing away from her book. Ryan approached the pair of woman and looks down at the the ravenette.
"Don't you have any home training. You speak when spoken to." His voice filled with hate and anger. John simply watches the collision, wondering how she'll react. He reaches for her,only for his hand to be blocked by a book. She sits down the now empty tea cup and stands. She makes her way to the kitchen with John right behind her. She reaches in the cabinet finding it too high. She lets out an annoyed huff when she hears a laugh behind her. She spins around to find John with his hand over her mouth. She sends him an annoyed glare. His laughter begins to fade. He puts his hands up in defeat. " Calm down I'll get it." He reaches up and easily pulls out a blue plate. He hands it to the pouting woman as she crosses her arms. She snatched the plate from him and puffs out her cheeks. "It's not funny," she mumbles. John smiles. " Ah, she does talk. The woman rolls her eyes. " Of course I talk. Just not to people I don't like." She takes out a knife from the drawer and pulls out a pie from the fridge. She gently cuts herself a slice and reaches in the freezer. She pulls out a tub of strawberry ice strawberry ice cream. She grabs a fork as she hears a small mumble from behind. "Such sweet tooth." She jumps up on the counter and begins to dig in. John reaches into a cabinet and pulls out glass. He walks over to the water dispenser and pours himself a glass of water . He leans over the counter besides the woman and takes a sip. "So are you Angela or Victoria?" The woman smirks. " Oh, dear brother in law. You don't even know your sister in laws name. My feeling are hurt." He voice is full of sarcasm.