BRIANNA

Carlos kept trying to have a conversation with me, but I kept snubbing him because I wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“So, where are you going?” He asked me in a cheerful manner, driving lazily and looking ahead at the road.

“I thought I told you before my boss sent me on an errand.” I snapped rudely.

“Well, forgive me for having a poor memory.” He joked.

“I can clearly see that you have a bad memory,” I muttered, hoping he wouldn’t hear, but with the way he glanced at ...