Camille searched for him until she saw him outside, sitting on the hood of his car with a cigarette up his lips. He looked dangerously handsome. Adrian was a fine man no doubt, he just doesn't put pride in the fact that his dad was a presidential candidate, and he's out here in the open smoking, not that there was anyone out here anyway to record his act.
But he doesn't care, and that attitude just had to stop. She stumped her way up to where he was before taking the cigarettes from his hands, and throwing it to the ground with her heel crushing it finally.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Camille?" He sounded pissed up, his hands moved to grab at her arm but not too tight to hurt her as she came closer to meet his face.
"I should be the one asking you Adrian, I was there with you and yet you couldn't say a word. What was that in there babe?"
