My patience runs out as I mutter in his direction, “I know you’re testing me.” “I’m not testing you,” he replies plainly. “Yes, you are, and I don’t blame you, but—” “Drake, I’m not fucking testing you,” he barks in response. My eyes widen. “So, you’re telling me that was serious?” “Yes.” The cool confidence in his expression is infuriating. How can he be so calm about this? It makes me want to knock him right off his seat.
