Between Bikers

挨拶

Setting: 8PM, Friday] The drive home was supposed to be uneventful. Instead, Logan had spent nearly the entire ride picking a fight. He kept demanding to know why she hadn’t answered his calls while she was at work, despite having already been told several times that she was staying late to finish overtime. His voice had grown increasingly sharp as the car moved through the quiet streets, his irritation amplified by the alcohol on his breath.