The border

"Who did I meet?" He grimaced.

"Yes, who did you meet?" I repeated. Before he left, he was on his phone. I believe he was chatting with someone; did he meet this person? Was it a man or a woman? I'm genuinely curious.

Bryce scoffed at my question, then looked at me as if I were speaking nonsense.

"Why? You can't say?" I moved closer and stood in front of him. "You shouldn't have done this to me." I gestured to my wet clothes.

"You're right," he said, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have left you by yourself. I should have taken you along. I admit that was a mistake."

Taken me where?

"Where?"

"You want to know where I went, don't you? I'll take you there next time; let's have lunch." He turned and began to leave, but I stood still, refusing to follow him.

He is so annoying. They're all annoying. He didn't need to do this; now I'll have to blow-dry my hair.