I followed John to the parking lot that was anxious about my presence. He might have not expected that I will go with him to the coffee shop. He gave me an unconfident smile when he opened the car door for me and he was silent when he started driving.
"How old are you?" I asked John to take away the feeling of formality between us. I'm not used to people not talking to me especially when it was just the two of us. I always like healthy conversations.
"I'm twenty-two. I took up Business Administration," he answered.
"I see. Why did you decide to work in the factory? Most graduate students prefer to work in the city for a higher salary."
"I don't want to live away from my family. And I want to serve the company who have been good to my father."
I smiled for his nobility. He is
