Rain's POV:
I scrambled after him, my boots hitting the tiles with a frantic rhythm. I pushed my calves harder, the muscles burning as I tried to close the gap.
I couldn't let him walk away thinking I was some vain girl expecting a compliment or—worse—that I was actually hitting on him.
My God, at what pace does this human move? He was like a shadow slipping through the crowd.
By the time I burst out of the hospital complex, the wind was waiting for me, tearing at my hair and sending it whipping across my face.
I spotted him near a tiny coffee cart, his tall, lean frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the grey morning. I practically galloped toward him, desperate to set the record straight before he could disappear again.
"What is it now?" he drolled, his voice heavy with a boredom so thick it felt like an insult.
He didn't even turn around fully.
Would it actually kill him to have some manners? I thought, biting back a sharp retort.
