Anger Is Usually A Secondary Emotion, Concealing A Feeling You'd Rather Not Show

Tarik

June 28, 3:45 pm, DC, USA

It was the sunniest day since the couple had arrived in America. The sky was a clear blue above the low, DC skyline, the Washington Monument shining slightly under the sun's rays.

Tarik and Gadiel did not pay attention to any of it. They sat on opposite ends of the car's back seat, firmly looking out the window and away from each other.

The diver glanced at them through the rearview mirror, gulping visibly. Tarik wanted to shoot a glare at him, but he restrained himself.

He wasn't mad at the driver. He was mad at Gadiel.