{EMY}
I scoffed. "Don't exaggerate."
"Then why are you wearing your 'I'm about to ruin someone's night' jacket?"
I hesitated.
Was this the name of this jacket? Why wasn't I aware it had a name?
"Well… there are things I need from the grocery," I said. "Urgent things."
"Like what?"
"…Groceries. You know napkins."
"I'll come with you."
"No," I said immediately. "You should rest. You just got back."
"I'm not tired."
"I'll just go alone, I'll be quick," I lied.
He stared at me, unimpressed.
Before he could say another word, I bolted.
I slipped out the door like a criminal fleeing a crime scene, heart pounding as I hurried through the apartment complex. The cool night air hit my face as I waved down a taxi.
"Club district," I told the driver.
The engine roared to life.
As the city lights blurred past the window, I clenched my fists in my lap.
That idiot was really testing my patience.
