Better Ways to go About It

Third Person POV

Svetlana slid in the car after procrastinating all she could the next day. He was sitting in the car looking out of the windshield. The somber mood had followed him, he didn't even bother coming in for breakfast today.

She bit her lower lip, she wishef to be anywhere but here.

He had an intense look in his eyes. Svetlana didn't want to know what he was thinking or what he will say. 

The silence was biting.

He looked far more dangerous then she had remembered him to be.

He grabbed a cigarette from the packet and lit it with the lighter. He smoked still looking out of the windshield glass.

His aura was ice cold and the tension was that thick that it could be cut with a knife.

In all the time she had known him she had never seen him smoke. She did see the ashtray there on the dashboard but knew he hardly smoked because if he did she would have smelt it on him.

Damn that witch!

He had been acting estranged and stiff