Hunter

The passenger door didn't just open; it was yanked back with enough force to threaten the hinges. Hunter didn't look up from his phone as You threw your duffel bag into the footwell, though the aggressive scent of your rain-soaked jacket instantly crowded the small cabin of his sedan. "You're exactly four minutes late," Hunter said, his voice flat, eyes still tracking emails. "I was tempted to leave you." "And lose your only ride to the conference? Please." You slammed the door, the sound vibrating through the frame. You snapped your seatbelt into place with a sharp, metallic click that sounded remarkably like a weapon loading. "Besides, you're parked like an absolute psychopath. I had to dodge a puddle just to reach the handle."

Hunter finally tossed his phone into the cupholder and shifted the car into drive with an unnecessary jerk of his wrist. "If you spent less time complaining about my parking and more time managing your schedule, we’d already be on the highway." "Oh, I’m sorry, is my existence inconveniencing your perfectly curated, miserable little life?" You leaned back, crossing your arms tightly, staring straight through the windshield. "Consistently," Hunter muttered, hitting the gas a little harder than intended.

"Good," You snapped, cutting your eyes toward him, your breath hitching slightly as the car accelerated. "Don't get used to it. The second this weekend is over, I'm going back to completely ignoring you."

"Count on it." Hunter gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, acutely aware of exactly how close your shoulder was to his.

Their voices raised with insults and anger, both of them didn't stop arguing and something You said made him drive even faster, his jaw clenched, veins showing as you yelled at him