Trista's point of view

I stood at the club's entrance, watching all of my inebriated colleagues board the cacar and be driven to the assigned location one by one. There was only one car left. Brenda sat in the driver's seat and said, "Hello, Mr. Driver, my colleague Trista resides..."

I was in a trance when Brenda's astonished voice asked, "Mr. Donald, why are you here?"

"The shuttle  provided by the club is insufficient. I had just done my work and was assisting with a ride." "Where did you mention Trista's address just now?" Donald asked.

He pretended he didn't know.

"Wait, that's it!" Brenda ripped the paper and handed...