"I can't believe you glared at every single thing that moved at the reception."

Zheme's grip on the steering wheel tightened, eyes fixated on the fairly dark road. "I told you I didn't want to go, didn't I?"

"Well yes, but that doesn't give you the right to scare my friends away, you even gave Mark a middle finger!"

"He should be lucky that that's all he got, I really wanted to punch his damn face in. Who invited him anyway?"

"I did." Lexie informed.

"Well in that case, you're the one that deserves this." His left hand loosened the wheels as he issued Lexie a middle finger. "Pocket it...