“Where are we going?” She asked him as she followed him out of the house.
“You’ll see,” he said opening the door of the car for her to get in.
“You woke me up from a perfect sleep to get dressed and you’re not telling me where we’re headed,”
“Sssshhhh…” he placed his index finger on her lips, “you talk too much,” she gasped,
“I talk too much? What do you mean by that? I’m a parrot right? Fine then. I’ll just go back inside so I don’t blow off your ear drums for simply asking where we’re going!” She said dramatically opening the door of the car to get down.
Harry rubbed the temples of his head, groaning in frustration.
“Why do women have to be so problematic?” He asked rhetorically, getting down from the car and chasing after Lisa, grabbing her by her elbow,
“I was only teasing y
