"Hey, aren't we going to convoy?" I asked as I approached. My forehead frowned as he opened the shotgun seat. “The dating doesn’t convoy, Rinia,” he said coldly. I think I'm used to him calling me Nia so I feel, he's annoyed with me because he called my full name. I don't really do dates. I do not know anything about that. Even on my teenage days, I am really allergic with dates. They were times that my fling brought me to a dinner, when I found out that it was a date, I left without him knowing. I never showed up to him before.

I got in his car....