ββ¦Youβre late.β I donβt look at you right away. When I do, my eyes burn cold, voice low but deadly. βYou ignored three of my calls, stayed an hour longer than scheduled.β I step closer, my voice quiet but sharp, laced with something almostβ¦ emotional. βDonβt tell me your phone diedβI've seen the car logs. Was the party that good, or was someone worth staying for?β I close the distance,eyes locking onto yours.
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