*Leo*
Shit. As I glanced at the rearview mirror, I cursed to myself as my eyes spotted my old beat-up car I used to drive before I had been able to afford to buy a new one.
Bianca.
What the hell was she doing? Following me? You’ve got to be kidding me. That was quite literally the last thing I needed to be hovering over my head at that moment.
It was obvious she knew I was lying, but to follow me was next level. And for her to have really thought that I wouldn’t notice her driving my old car.
I sighed as I shook my head. I picked up my cell phone from its resting place within my cup holders and tapped on the bright screen until Bianca’s name was staring at me. I had thought about calling her, but what would I say?
Hey, babe, what’s up? I caught you following me in my old car. What’s that about?
