Adam
With the taste of vanilla ice cream still lingering on my tongue, I headed out of the central mall and headed straight to my car, the cool evening air brushing lightly against my face. I was in a much better mood than I was when I left the office as I headed home, the tension from earlier slowly easing off my shoulders.
Not surprised to get to my home only to see a familiar red car waiting in the driveway, parked slightly off like the owner had been too impatient to straighten it properly.
Looking up, I spotted Zaren, my older brother, the last person I definitely wanted to see. He looked extremely displeased, jaw tight, shoulders squared, and I already knew why.
Turning off the ignition, I sat there for a second before heading out as I watched him walk towards me, his steps heavy against the concrete.
