ELENA
All through the drive, my eyes swat toward Drake whose face is locked on the road, never taking it off once. My heart races in my chest, my mind spinning with theories as to where he is taking us to. Halo is in the backseat, bouncing on his seat in excitement. I wish I could mimick the joy coursing through him.
He makes a turn and the familiarity of the street hits me. What are we doing here? I lean forward, scanning the high rise in front of us and true to my thoughts, it is the shopping complex—the best store that sells the most expensive wears.
“What are we doing here, Drake?” I ask, confused. The engine dies and he turns to me, a smirk on his face.
“We're going diving,” he says with an exaggerated eye roll. I snort, “I know where this is, I mean…why?” My voice trails off. We
