“What? Does he really want me to go there?” I posed the question to myself, not expecting a response.
“Why? What happened?” Cathy asked, wiping the dining table.
“Jax asked me to accompany him to the basketball court tonight at 7 p.m. Even though he didn't ask for my permission, he said he will be there waiting for me,” I said as I handed her the slip of paper that Jax had given me.
“Oh, doesn't he know you don't play basketball? Isn't it obvious that you're a girl who doesn't do that kind of sport?” Cathy asked after reading Jax' message on the slip of paper.
“I think he'll just make you his ball picker there since he'll be playing alone and won't have anyone to play with. See, he gave you a bribe; ice cream,” Cathy remarked, chuckling.
“He might not do that, but maybe he just wanted
