“That’s just nothing, Nash. Are you sleepy?”

“Ate Alyana, let’s watch a Disney movie.”

“Disney movie?” He nodded. I bit my nail, I do not know enough about Disney movies.

“Pfft... what are you, a girl? Disney, for real? What kind of Disney is Cinderella?” asked Stephen, laughing.

“Yeah, Cinderella! Why do you care?” he seriously questioned. Hayst, there they go again.

“There’s nothing like that here—“

“There is when if you have a laptop. You’re rich, aren’t you, Mr. Driver?”

“Wait!” Stephen stood up, went to his room, and when he came back there, he was already carrying a laptop.

He sat next to us, we had Nash in...