The click of heels matched the leaking faucet. Scowling, Aurora wrenched the cold tap anti-clockwise and cursed as the drip continued to splattered into the sink below.
“For fucks sake!” She turned her back on the traitorous sink. “Does anything in this flat work?”
Boyfriend’s head remained slumped, the rest of him sprawled across the settee as commentators screamed over the rugby.
Aurora glanced at her watch and then the suitcases by the door. The taxi was late. She turned her attention back to the boyfriend.
“Dam.” she muttered, striding over and straightening his blankets. “You’re supposed to look asleep!”