I snap my lips shut, throw Alexi my most venomous glare and slide across the seat in an attempt to claw back some dignity. Crossing my arms once more and moving away so he won’t touch me and show him how pissed off I am. Alexi slides in, slaps my thigh a little saucily and nudges me over with his shoulder and hip so he can have more room. His grey eyes are fixed on mine, light and cloudless, which suggests he isn’t in combative mode. He seems annoyingly chilled.

“Rude!” I snap, ...