Hostile

by Nicole Dykes

“Fuck off, Lancaster.” Something about his ever-present animosity really does it for me. “Get in.”

When we arrive at the city mission, the rain still hasn’t let up, but he quickly ditches my car and me in the parking spot and darts up to the brick building. It’s cute he thinks I’ll let this go. I shut off my car, climb out, and lock it before I follow him inside, much to his disapproval.

I didn’t know it was my job to make him smile until I met him. Now I know. This is my destiny. Making my grumpy guy smile.