Liam's POV
My patience was running out, sitting inside this dark shelf with very little air to breathe, while outside, my wife thought it was a good idea to have drinks with her friends.
I should have just left home and gone somewhere else, but I was cramped inside this bloody shelf here.
I was pretty sure Madeline was going to get drunk, and her friends weren't planning to leave here any time soon. I should have just rejected this idea instead of going along with it.
My attention turned towards the conversation they were having, as Madeline's 'model' friend drank a glass, ''We are dating!''
And I heard someone spit their drink.
Great! now the floor was probably dirty.
Madeline gasped, ''Evan! Are you ok? I should be the one reacting that way, why did you spit out your drink?''
I heard him say something along the line, that it was 'abrupt'.
