I glanced at Victor with amusement. His smirk was still playing on his lips, but there was embarrassment in his eyes at how they were no longer fixated on the road. While driving, I could see Sheila from the rearview mirror, who was not in delight and was merely crossing her arms.

“First love?” I broke the silence and slightly looked over my shoulder.

“Minerva, that is not important anymore,” Victor tried to shroud the topic while his hand was still on the steering wheel.

“Oh, ...