Patrick’s patience, already stretched thin, threatened to snap. He rolled down his window and leaned out, trying to keep his voice steady. “Excuse me, could you please move? I have an important dinner to get to.”
The girls exchanged amused glances, as if he had just told the funniest joke. The brunette, busy applying lipstick in the rearview mirror, turned to him with a haughty smirk. “We’re doing something important too,” she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm.