As Dorothy drove away from the club, she saw Mike standing by the roadside, smoking a cigarette.
When he spotted her car, he stubbed out the cigarette and tossed the butt into a trash can, waving at her.
Dorothy parked the car and lowered the window. "When did you get back?"
Mike avoided her gaze, pretending to look up at the sky. "Didn't I tell you? I'm coming back to the country."
Dorothy frowned. "Wasn't that supposed to be next month?"
"Ha! I didn't expect it either. Guess what? I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was back. Pretty magical, right?"
He gave Dorothy a wink and shrugged, adopting his old mischievous look when he was a child.
Dorothy was helpless, almost wanting to give him a punch.
Not wanting to dwell on the matter, Dorothy shifted the topic. "So, you come
