Third person's POV
"Do whatever you have to do." Marcus barked the order at Selena. Then, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes that was lying on the table before the couch they were seated on.
"Whatever like what?" Selena inquired, shrugging her shoulders. Her voice carried a hint of exasperation, she was exasperated since that wasn't the first time they had had the conversation.
"You are just not smart, are you? Do I need to spell out everything for you?" He scoffed in annoyance and pulled out a stick of cigarette from its pack.
The sharp sound of the lighter clicking filled the air as he tried to bring the flame to the cigarette's tip, in futile attempt. The lighter wasn't coming up.
Selena exasperatedly rolled her eyes and leaned into the old couch whose leather had already worn out, her fingers creating an impatient rhythm on the armrest, as she tapped on it, swiftly.
