Driving through the roads that were filled with street lights, Ivy was almost dozing off as the AC in the car was doing its thing.
“You must have had a very long day at work today,” Peter observed, taking a thorough look at Ivy.
Ivy hummed lightly and gave no response to him. She just wanted to get home, shower, and have dinner.
“So, you stay with your parents?” He questioned.
She did not want to snob him once more, so she responded this time around, “Yes, I live with my parents.”
Ivy really wished he could just focus on driving her home but Peter was quite persuasive.
“I’d like to meet them one day.”
She thought that he definitely was joking because he was desiring to meet her parents, whom he had no business with. Ivy ignored him again and took out her phone as she scrolled throug
