He had exactly no right to growl at her.
He was in her shop, looking for her help, her services and there was exactly no reason for him to be rude to her at all.
A growl began in her own chest, ready to take him on. His eyes flashed an uncertainty she was thankful for but would not be showing the same resolve.
Behind her, she can faintly hear Roxi gasp and Chyanne chide her for it. All of which seems to hit her customer with blunt force.
And then it’s her turn.
“Either breathe like a normal human or go beat off in my bathroom and come back when you can speak to me,” she says icily, then looks away from him. “I have work to do.”
Kayla saunters away from him, pressing a code into her remote to lower his car to the floor. She tosses the clipboard on the table, cracks her gum and cat
