Rachel adjusted her skirt which was already a bit wrinkled from sitting down. But Brett kept walking towards his own car. She had no other choice, but to follow the man and call his name. “Brett, Hey Brett wait for me!”

Brett looked at Rachel for a moment but she didn't answer or stop walking. “Where have you been?” Supposedly he did not know where the woman went.

Rachel smirked at what the man said because she doubted it had always followed her. “Nice car,” Rachel said as she approached the vehicle she was carrying.

“Yes, a Mercedes. Don't you have this?” The woman used to love cars and her...