Dinner. Pt2
Zafira sashayed over to kelvin who standing beside his car.
"Get in," he said brusquely.
"Hmmm, I don't see anyone with you, I assume I'm eating out tonight? Aren't I?" Zafira said jokingly
"I said, get in!" Kelvin ordered with a stern voice.
"My, my, kelvin!! You're even crankier than this morning, did you forget who you're talking to kelvin? Or shall I remind you?" Zafira asked, her bright red eyes giving him a cold stare.
Kelvin felt a shiver down his spine, he quickly came to his senses.
He was not normally this temperamental, but his rage and impatience clouded his judgment.
"I'm sorry, Zafira," he apologized,
"I'll explain on the way."
"Apology accepted," Zafira said, she opened the passenger door and got in
"Besides, the badass vibe doesn't work well for you." She teased
They drove from under the overpass onto the access road, and Zafira noticed kelvin was gripping the steering wheel unusually tight.