What's my name gotta do with it?

I open my eyes as Aaron's car slows to a halt and look around.

"I'll just rush in and get some stuff." He says, rushing off.

Humming a reply, I look away from the pharmacy's door and towards the car parked in front of us.

A blonde sits on the hood of the yellow mustang.

"Isn't that Arcelia?"

I squint to get a better look and when she turns towards the streetlight, my suspicions are confirmed.

She has her arms round a bulky man who is too busy with his phone to notice her glare.

"Seriously though, Gérard! What is wrong with you? I've been talking for minutes now and all you do is smile down at your phone?"

He glances around for a second and goes back to his phone.

"Oh, so when no one is looking, you ignore me, but when we have an audience you're all over me like a fly? Seriously, Gérard, when did we become like this?"

"I'm busy, Arcelia. Stop it with your theatrics."

She huffs and glances around causing my breath to seize when she looks at my direction.