“I think the truck would have been a better choice than this, “ he said as he closed the back door of his car.
It was a smaller car in size when compared to his monstrous truck– A twenty-fifteen Mercedes C-class something.
I had zoned out when he began telling me about the car.
My gaze hovered over the front porch to check if he had left any bag behind– especially the ones with the important stuff.
“We're trying to impress my aunties,” I said I closed the front door, “Not scare them to death,”
“The truck is impressive,” Aiden argued.
I rolled my eyes at his words, “You're the only one that thinks that,” I said as I locked the front door and pulled the keys off.
Turning around, I walked over to Aiden and dangled the keys in front of him.
“Are you sure we shouldn't call any of the
