Mr. Wolf Man

Rachel watches Dylan standing in faze outside his car, head lifted upwards. Her hand caressed over the flower petals wrapped with fancy paper and ribbon. She fought the smile that was threatening to spread it on her lips, and moved her gaze down to the flower arrangement she was cradling on her lap. It was beautiful.

Dylan’s crestfallen reaction over what she said being an asshole was priceless. She could sit and watch it for the rest of the night. The way his mouth gaped astonishingly wide in response to her remarks, and the way his piercing glare penetrated beyond his car's window, was hilarious.

After seeing that Dylan had already recovered from a daze, Rachel straightened her back on the passenger’s seat, clearing her face from any emotion and closed her eyes, and leaned on the window, pretending asleep as Dylan pulled the car door open.

The car dipped a little as he climbed onto his seat, followed by a soft thud reverberating between them as he closed the door shut and fumbled