"Childish." Grace reached out to push his hand away, but he grabbed her hand instead.
"Get in," Tyler smiled and led Grace into the passenger seat.
Grace forcefully shook off his hand and said, "Stop fooling around."
Tyler stooped down and wriggled the upper part of his body into the passenger seat. He stared at Grace closely, blinked and said, "Don't you want to vent your anger? Make his blood boil?"
"Don't be silly," Grace almost rolled her eyes. "Mr. Henley, we are adults. Can you please grow up?"
"But I think it's fun," Tyler said. "During the few months when I was kicked out of home, I had the chance to witness a lot of things and the way of the world. Watching people get all worked up is kind of satisfying."
"You're a psycho," Grace said. "Gloating over others' misfortune and enjoying it is not normal at all."
"Maybe I am," Tyler admitted. "Whenever I see someone getting mad or having bad luck, I feel ecstatic."
"Get back to your seat!" Grace pushed him away.