It seems like awhile now that I’ve posted in here.
It is finally here, folks.
“My mom is downstairs. She will be here any minute now, so fix yourself up,” I said, throwing his clothes at him.
Rue stormed into the elevator just as it opened. He pressed a button, without even looking at the numbers on the panel. The delicate eyebrows and the features on his face seemed strained; Rue was annoyed by something as he listened to the upbeat tune overhead on the speaker. He leaned against the wall, filing his nails in anger.