•ADRIAN•
I watched Brianna as she descended the steps of her less-than-glamorous house. She was breathtaking—her dress clung to her figure in all the right ways, accentuating her curves. The makeup was on point, enhancing her features without being overdone. Simply put, she looked like a goddess.
I almost spoke my admiration out loud, but she ruined the moment with her usual sharp tongue. I was probably a little out of line for honking the horn to get her attention, but I wasn’t going to apologize. She was already on my case, as usual.
“Took you long enough. I was about to march up there and drag you out myself,” I said as she approached.
“Oh, please. You didn’t even have the decency to come up and knock on my door,” she snapped.
“Are you calling me mannerless?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Of course not, you just said that yourself,” she retorted with a smirk.
“Whatever. Just get in the limo and don’t push me any further,” I said, a tired edge to my voice. She climbed into the car.