BRIANNA

“It’s me, Carlos—the guy who gave you a ride to an estate the other day,” the guy said.

“Which day was that?” I asked, trying to remember when he had given me a ride.

“I don’t really remember the day, but you said it was your boss who sent you on an errand, and the sun was scorching that very day,” he explained. I thought back to that day and remembered. How could I have forgotten so fast?

“Oh! Carlos, I’m sorry for not remembering you. Foolish me,” I said ...