C27 Chase

She growls at me. Like...actually growls.

I can’t decide whether I want to tackle her and kiss the growl right out of her mouth or if I want to run and take cover, but I don’t get a chance to do either.

She takes a step forward and sticks a finger in my face. I catch a strong whiff of alcohol. “You. You are the last person I want to see.”

I blink. That was not the greeting I’d hoped for