Frida stood on the other side of the street, waiting for an Uber with Alex, under the awning the small drizzles of rain still touching them.
He sucked his teeth, annoyed. "Ugh, I hate it when it rains. Let it be winter already."
Frida chuckled looking at his annoyed expression his features contorted in an ugly look "So, Laz, huh?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, what's up with you two? You got beef or something?" Frida snorted, and Alex shook his head.
"Nope, I just hate him," he said in a sing-song voice, like it should be obvious, as clear as the sun rising in the sky. Frida smacked his arm.
"Oh, shit, I forgot something in my dorm. Could you wait here?" He suddenly searched through all his pockets.
