He gave me a steady glare, flicking the switch off, the bike’s engine idling with a small protest. "I was going to help you," he said, "I just don't like being looked at the way you looked at me."
Stunned, I put my hand on my chest. "How I looked at you?"
"Yes, ma'am," he clarified. "As though you weren't safe."
"Oh my days!" My fists rested back on my hips. "You came out of nowhere, how would you react?"
"Say thank you and move out of the way so I could see what the problem was!" he snapped.
My mouth fell open at his audacity. His green eyes glinted in the sunlight, as he looked me square in the face and didn't even have the decency to back down.
"You are the most obnoxious...!" I took a deep cleansing breath, turning my face away. "Normal people make themselves known, for your information." I said.
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