EMILY’S POV
I told the cab driver to drop me at a good distance away from home, I can’t afford him to link me and Mason's final destination to Kefas during payment even if I’m not sure if they know where he lives. I think it’s a walkable distance. It’s an estate anyway, I can walk the rest. With my load in hand of course.
I’m feeling really light and happy enjoying the thought of cooking for him. I wonder the look on his face. EEE.
Okay, my hands are weighing me down. I rush to his gate and struggle to talk in the—I can’t believe I have no idea what they call it, I’m starting to question my education.
The gate went open immediately after verification of face, eyes and voice and I walk in. f**k, I forgot I have a driver, the whole trouble of waiting for a bus or letting Kefas drop
