"I'll wait here," he firmly said as he inserts his hand into the pocket of his slacks.
We are now outside of his car, standing in front of our doorstep.
"You don't have to do that. This will be a long conversation between me and my mom," I answered.
"I just want to make sure that both of you will be fine..." his voice turns soft, yet the natural coldness of it is still there.
I smiled at him. His hooded eyes are glittering under the dark night sky-- as if the dust of stars reflected on his pair of sight.
"Wait for me in your car," I know how stubborn he is. I can't force him to go home. He is very anxious that I and my mom would fight.
I found his actions to be very genuine. To be honest, I have no idea he can be this understanding.
"I will."
I twisted the knob and stepped inside
