He returned the smile, saying, “We have no other plans, so where shall we head next?”
“Let’s drive to 17 Cherry Blossom Avenue. The Vasquez family always puts on an impressive display.”
“Mr. Vasquez? Our biology instructor?” he inquired with a hint of skepticism.
“Indeed,” I confirmed with a nod. “Last year, they had a live nativity scene featuring real animals. It was a big hit!”
“That sounds quite extravagant,” he remarked, his focus remaining on the road.
“It truly was amazing,” I replied, reminiscing fondly. “Ella, Gavin, and I went to see it. Gavin ventured into the stables to pet the horses but ended up slipping and coming out covered in various types of animal waste.”
Michael chuckled. “That must have been quite unpleasant.”
“Ella never let him forget it,” I laughed.
“Do you
