{ She was the one looking down and texting, but the way she sees it, it’s still your fault for bumping into her. }
“Watch where you’re going. Asshole.”

“Sor –––”
“Oh.”
[ If he’s being honest, she kind of had that one coming for her. ]
{ She was the one looking down and texting, but the way she sees it, it’s still your fault for bumping into her. }
“Watch where you’re going. Asshole.”

“Sor –––”
“Oh.”
[ If he’s being honest, she kind of had that one coming for her. ]
“Don’t you have a clinic to get to?” Charlie scoffed, trying to control her otherwise elevated temper.
"What, a twat? Sorry, it’s English slang. M'sure you prefer the more familiar – cunt. Don’t you have a Bingo Night to...
[ He wants to whisk her hand from her pocket and trap it in his, but he knows he shouldn’t do that. The limits between...
[ Angel’s just dying to prove her wrong. ] " …“