Debby's POV:

I stood outside the garage, debating whether to go in or not. My mate wasn't the cool kind of guy; rather, he was giving off the pathetic asshole vibe, which made me question whether I should reject him or not.

"I know you're out there. How about you come in and we talk?" he said loudly.

I looked at the tray in my hands, then slowly walked in.

I was avoiding talking to him, but if I wanted him to eat something, then I had to serve him food.

"Excuse me," I ...