Twenty eight

Brenda glared as she pulled her arms around her chest. She snapped her neck in the direction of my car window, sulking so much, and tapping her feet against the floor of my car. Whenever she was super upset, this was how she behaved. 

I let out a sigh, a sigh of surrender. "Alright then. I give up. Bad that you don't wanna come in, but I think I understand you."

"You think?!" She snapped, her eyes widened at me. "You're not married to a human! My refusal is valid. Literally, he embarrassed me so much. I just can't imagine going back into that place."

I giggled. This wasn't funny at all, but it just made me laugh. "Oh, sorry, sorry." I waved my hands at her to apologize for laughing, trying so much to hold back my laughter. "Okay, girl. I get you. A hundred percent