"Nia, wait. Hear me out, please," he seemed very tired. I felt sorry for his plea. I looked at him when I was on the side of the side mirror. I crossed my arms. She gasped as she stared at me. I blinked and opened the driver's seat and entered. Before I could lock the car he had already entered. He sat in the shotgun seat.

"Nia ..." he called and held my arm.

"What, Trek ?! Why are you here in my car? You probably have your own car, don't you?" I grabbed the steering wheel and was about to insert the key to get stuck when he brought...