Rhett Mason Lyle
Rhett glanced at the phone with satisfaction. Britt never failed him, and he couldn't see her as the type of girl who make him wait. Which was fine with him- though he had a feeling he would wait for her. He attempted to locate his keys. He looked on the counter, the couch, and even the refrigerator. Where did he put those stupid keys? He felt absolutely mental. Why couldn't he get his act together? Sighing, he almost gave up and told her they would take the public transport just for the 'experience' when his eye caught something shiny hanging from the ceiling fan. "What the...?" he stopped questioning it. No matter what, the keys ending up on the ceiling fan made no sense but completely was possible. He snatched them up with some effort and headed out the door. He drove the short distance from his studio flat to her hotel. He wanted to tell her to get out of that ridiculous hotel and just stay with him. But that wasn't something you should ask a person of which you have never met in person. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while the car was idle at a red light. He wasn't worried too much about meeting her in person. He bet she was as lovely as a fire sprite to match her spirit. He was more worried about what she will think about the sleazy ball her friend was. He drove a stick shift, which helped distract him from the impending meeting. If he stalled his car again, he doubted the clutch would hold. He pulled up to the lobby entrance. His palm were slightly slick and he licked his lips nervously. He picked up the phone to send Britt a text. He realized he has another message asking him to the pits. He chose to ignore it. Hey, I am out in the front. If I wait any longer, you may end up in my oven.
Rhett glanced at the phone with satisfaction. Britt never failed him, and he couldn't see her as the type of girl who make him wait. Which was fine with him- though he had a feeling he would wait for her. He attempted to locate his keys. He looked on the counter, the couch, and even the refrigerator. Where did he put those stupid keys? He felt absolutely mental. Why couldn't he get his act together? Sighing, he almost gave up and told her they would take the public transport just for the 'experience' when his eye caught something shiny hanging from the ceiling fan. "What the...?" he stopped questioning it. No matter what, the keys ending up on the ceiling fan made no sense but completely was possible. He snatched them up with some effort and headed out the door. He drove the short distance from his studio flat to her hotel. He wanted to tell her to get out of that ridiculous hotel and just stay with him. But that wasn't something you should ask a person of which you have never met in person. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while the car was idle at a red light. He wasn't worried too much about meeting her in person. He bet she was as lovely as a fire sprite to match her spirit. He was more worried about what she will think about the sleazy ball her friend was. He drove a stick shift, which helped distract him from the impending meeting. If he stalled his car again, he doubted the clutch would hold. He pulled up to the lobby entrance. His palm were slightly slick and he licked his lips nervously. He picked up the phone to send Britt a text. He realized he has another message asking him to the pits. He chose to ignore it. Hey, I am out in the front. If I wait any longer, you may end up in my oven.
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