“What’s his name?” He asked again while they were driving home. It still haunts his mind after seeing the two of them talk.
“He didn’t give me his name,” she replied.
“Then what are you two talking about?”
“Nothing, he just passed by,” she said, glancing at him to see his reaction. She didn’t feel like it was a big deal. People could come and go, and greet each other, it was a party after all.
“He seems to know who you are.” If the man was just greeting casually, he would leave after three seconds. That was the average time people greet one another. But they were chit-chatting.
“He does know MK, that’s all.”
“MK… I shouldn’t underestimate your influence now, should I?”
“I’m not as well-known as you. I don’t think you should be worrying about me,” Mikayla said.
“You’re more than I s
