“Why didn’t you do the fucking side of my car!” She yelled. It was a rare sight for the huntress to be this angry. Maybe it was because she desperately loved that car she had built along side her father. Well, that and that she didn’t like it when people messed with her belongings.

“Or better yet, anywhere else except MY TRUCK!”

_{there were several reasons to why he used her window; it was easier to break and it wouldn’t last for long. of course, he wouldn’t actually admit that — not to her, and not ever, ❝ —— do you really want to know the answer to that?❞ he didn’t think so, but he still asked all the same.}