“I TOLD YOU, Drake. What you’re doing is not a good thing. It will only complicate things that don’t need to be brought up. Why don’t you listen to me?” Mary uttered in madness while she sits in the passenger seat of Drake’s car.

“Drake,” she called his name again but the man didn’t even utter a single word. Mary then gritted her teeth because of frustration.

“What the hell, Drake!” she shouted. “I am freaking talking to you!”

This time, she caught his attention. “I don’t want to talk about it, for now,” he said.

“You’re impossible, Drake," she exclaimed and glanced out the window. “I don't know what...