*woo an update!*
Writing/dialogue prompt:
She fumbled with her keys, cursing as they jammed in the lock. It wasn't until a hushed laugh sounded from behind her that she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the top of the car, sighing deeply.
"Not again," she groaned. "When are you gonna stop locking me out of my own car?" she asked as she turned around to face him, frustration written all over angry gaze, brows raised as she studies him.
