Today, Mark asked me if I was busy and if I’d like to hang with him in this location, he messaged me, so I went there since I wasn’t really doing anything today. When I reached there, it was just a white mansion standing in front of me and I had no idea where I was.
“This place doesn’t look right,” I mumbled to myself.
“Why don’t you just drive yourself then if you don’t trust the driver?”
I frowned, turning to the driver, a little frustrated of what he just responded. “I was just asking, sir.” I rolled my eyes and turned my back, ignoring him after handing him my fare.
For a moment, it felt like I was in Obama’s White House. I couldn’t stop staring at the house, and I wasn’t sure if I should continue because it looked intimidating on my part as someone who never stepped in a five-st
