Becca didn't know what was worse; being stuck in traffic for over thirty minutes at night or the aggravating honking of frustrated drivers like her. Annoyed, she honked as well, a contest to see who had the loudest horn.
The bigger trucks won against her Lamborghini, drowning out whatever petty sound her car was making with the vociferous ones of their cars. But Becca didn't seem to care— all she wanted at that moment was to go home and curl up in bed with Leo. So she kept honking, with hopes that by some miracle the noise she was making would debilitate the others. Surprisingly, all it did was heighten the noise to the point of causing her a migraine.
Becca let out a groan laced with utter frustration, slapping her steering wheel. Then she heard her phone ringing in her bag, veering her gaze from the sea of cars up ahead to her lit-up phone screen. She took out the phone, eyes riffing through the caller ID.
Navaya.
