"I'm leaving," I said my goodbye. I closed the window of my car when I hear him cursed.
"s**t!"
"Why is your hand there?" I scolded irritably, even though I saw him wincing as he freed his finger from being stuck.
"You've got yourself into another mess," he said with a sigh.
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
He didn't pay me any attention. Instead, he brought his injured finger closer to my face.
"What am I gonna do with that? You're lucky it didn't get cut off. I thought you were tough. You're not a woman, so stop with all that fuss."
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"Blow on it to make the pain go away," he ordered me. Was he a child?
"You blow it yourself." I gave him a sharp look. His stubbornness was keeping me from leaving.
"You're the reason I got stuck, so you're going to
