Just as we made our move to the garage so we could head to other places, Spid’s phone began ringing.

He quickly hung up the call.

“Why did you not pick up the call?” I asked him.

“No worries, ma’am; it’s not an important call,” he replied.

“Well, if you say so,” I responded, sighing and raising my eyelids.

He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for me to enter; however, I gave him a disdainful glare, and he quickly closed it. “I’m so sorry, ma, pardon,” he apologized and rushed over to the driver’s side and entered, while I opened the door and entered by...