*Melina*
“Let me guess.. this is his car.. right ?” My mother is dying the pistol grey Nissan, looking rather impressed.
I open the back door, slipping my mom’s back into the back seat. “No need to refer to him as ‘him’ anymore.. his name is Asher.. so just say Asher”.
“Okay.. so Asher then.. but not really easy when you would not even tell me his name on the phone.. you know I could just have gone to the library and done a google on you if I wanted to know, right ?” My mom say grinning at me.
I feel myself blush slightly.. I had honestly not thought about that possibility.. on the other hand my moms call it ‘doing a google’ says a bit about her skills in that area.. I just didn’t want her to judge him beforehand because of his age, or something she read online.
“Don’t worry swe
