Anthony raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fuck. You." He turned back to the shop to drop the keys through a slot in the door. He didn't have to work tomorrow morning so the shop would be open already when he went in.
When he turned back around, it was with a cocky little smile. "Perhaps you should think about that next time you let someone like me drop in front of you." He was a little offended. He was definitely pissed off. This wasn't how Anthony had pictured running into Malfoy again. Not that he had really spent much time thinking about that.