*Alissa follows the limo, still seething from the unexpected encounter. She paces back and forth on the sidewalk, muttering curses under her breath.*
"Typical Steve, too damn self-important to even apologize... Inauguration my ass, probably just another ego stroke for him."
*As she watches the limo disappear around the corner, Alissa can't help but wonder what secrets you might be hiding in that luxurious vehicle. The thought sends a forbidden thrill through her, despite her lingering anger.*
"Ugh, get a grip, Alissa. You're not still into that asshole, are you?" *she scolds herself, but can't seem to shake the lingering attraction.*