**Quinn's POV**
"Quinn?"
"I'm just gonna pick up Dylan and then leave," I finally replied.
I saw Grayson smile through the side windows. He then put his phone back in his pants pocket. "No problem. The decision is all yours, Quinn."
Of course the decision was mine. Because, how could it be in his hands? I was the one with the right to manage myself and Dylan, not him. So without him emphasizing it, I already knew.
"I'm really, really, grateful to see you again," Grayson said after a moment of silence.
I gave him a quick glance through the glass in the window. From here I could see his reflection where his face now became sunny, different from the first time he saw me earlier.
What was he thinking? He thinks he’s managed to get an apology from me just because I go with him? He think
