You pity me?

"Would it kill you to say thank you?" she rolled her eyes as she revved her car engine. "You know what, never mind. Thank me by funding my newest project. Surely that's easier for you than saying the words, right?"

I ignored her as I adjusted my clothes and walked away from her car. I crossed the road swiftly and headed for the house with my head down, hoping that she doesn't recognise me before I approach her door.

I knocked on the door, praying again that the door opens before she realizes that I'm the one. It seems like luck's on my side as she opened the door while looking behind her.

"Delivery?" she asked, her eyes still focused on something behind her.

"Hi, Tiff."

She froze at the sound of my voice. She remained frozen for a few minutes, as if trying to convince herself that she hadn't just heard my voice.

"I know you heard me," I added as the silence stretched longer.

She slowly turned her head to look at me and immediately gasped. "Oh, hell no."

She tried to close th