The bad-tempered muse

Chapter 8: I like you a lot

Chapter 8: I like you a lot

"Jesus, Claire?!"

"What are you doing in my car again?!"

Martin can feel his heart thumping hard on his chest.

Why is Claire in his car again?

"I told you to look when you unlock your car."

He was spooked by how soft but raspy her voice was as though it sounds like she was lecturing him.

But what is wrong with her? Sneaking into someone else's car?

"How about stop sneaking into my car instead?"

He took a sharp breath to calm his nerves.

Why is she wearing her sunglasses and sun hat inside his car?

Plus, why does he feel like she's gloomy?

One thing Martin didn't understand is how fast and quiet Claire moves when she enters his car. He has keen senses, so how was she able to sneak into his car without him hearing it?

"It's like a habit, I can't stop it.", She says waving her hand.

"Are you a robber or something?"

Martin stares at Claire as she removes her hat and sunglass.

She stares at his eyes deeply, with a lip bite she winks at him.

Martin's eyes grew wide and his cheek was becoming like an inflated balloon for stopping his laugher.

What was she doing because it was undeniably cute and funny?

"No, but hopefully I can rob your heart..."

Martin bursts out in laughter.

Wow, that's actually a good joke!-- Martin thought while he laughs.

"I didn't know you can joke-- hahaha!-- sorry, but that's pretty good."

Martin didn't expect her to say such a lame pick-up line.

He couldn't stop, her winking face keep popping in his mind, but he found out, it's never good to laugh at this girl's joke before she actually says the work 'joke'.

She punched him at his shoulder.

Hell, that's such a powerful punch from a girl her size!

"Aw! What's that for, Claire?"

"Why are you laughing so hard? You're such a lame jerk."

Martin rubs his shoulder, he responds saying, "I laughed at your jokes, so what's wrong?!".

Claire shrugs and rolls her eyes at him.

"Nothing, you've just overreacted.", She says.

"I was overreacting?", Martin disbelievingly asks while pointing at himself.

"Yes, and now I'm hungry. Come on, let's eat, my treat!"

That immediately ended the argument, again.

He was overreacting? He laughed, he didn't guffaw! How was he overreacting?

Along the way to the fast-food restaurant they dine at last time, Claire broke the silence in the car.

"Are you okay having girls bitching at you?"

Martin took a glimpse at her but Claire wasn't looking at him.

He can feel she was gloomy; he feels unbelievably creeped out that he thinks he can feel her mood.

His mind drifted to her question.