It was suspicious, I could tell, despite my syrupy voice and great big smile. Lazar blue eyes study me a moment longer, then sweep the car again. "Just remembered, I gotta be somewhere," it says. Fuck. I hate when they're suspicious, feels like they can see inside me and when I think they can it makes me look inside of me too. And I'd rather not, thanks. But it gets me angry, you have no idea. I want to cut their throats where they stand, but it's too risky. It's fine, I tell the brat silently, the next one will pay twice for what you did to me, for this snub. How can it snub me anyway? It doesn't know me, I might be fucking Santa Clause for all it knows. I wish for a second I was Santa Claus so I could give everyone but it a present and then see how sorry it was for how it treated me. I m