But it was clear they weren’t engaged in anything of the sort—they were merely touching up their makeup, giggling as they toyed with their reflection. Patrick’s frustration mounted, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Please, I really need to get through,” he urged.
The blonde tossed her hair over her shoulder, fixing him with a dismissive stare. “Maybe you should take that old junk car somewhere else,” she said, her voice icy. “This road isn’t meant for people like you.”