“Did you just tell me stand still?” My anger born through multiple cycles.
“It takes stones to utter that line!” My glare returns daggers at the source. Every atom within me vibrating out of place.
“Sir, you’re journey isn’t quite ready. When the sky clears, then we will go. No offense meant, sir.” The valet smiles back.
I’m sure he’s seating under that breath too. I can’t believe it takes so long to get new car here.