I storm down the sidewalk for about a block as the cool autumn night quickly helps clear my head. But when I turn a corner and get out of her possible line of sight, I still can't shake all of the irritation.
Being that upset and petty against someone who's clearly had too much to drink doesn't seem like the most rational way to act. Then again, I'd had my picture taken twice without much permission.
> There should be nothing wrong with doing it once as revenge. Yet… <
Sighing in pointless frustration, I strike my back against the concrete wall and look up into the sky. My phone buzzes with a text notification and I see it's from Claire.
BK: [Emergency that interrupted you two has been handled, everything is fine.]
BK: [Kyrie is eating a big venison steak and… well, I can just do this!]
