When Noah reached his car, he immediately noticed something was wrong. His brow furrowed in confusion as he knelt down to inspect the tire. It was flat—completely punctured.
"What the hell..." he muttered to himself. His car was perfectly fine when he parked it earlier. He looked around, but there wasn't much to see in the dim parking lot. The night had fallen, and there wasn't anyone else around.
Frustrated, he pulled out his phone to book a taxi, only to realize he had no network. Of course, it had to be now. Great.
Just as he was about to curse his luck, he heard footsteps approaching. His whole body tensed as Ryder's familiar voice rang out behind him, dripping with that annoying charm.
"Need a ride, Doll face?"
Noah turned around sharply, eyes narrowing at Ryder. "Of course, it's you. Why am I not surprised?"
