Elizabeth spotted Miguel heading toward his car and called out, “Miguel, wait up!” She quickened her pace, her shoes tapping against the pavement.
Miguel turned around, his brow furrowed in mild confusion. “What’s up?” he asked, unlocking the car.
She reached him, slightly out of breath. “I was thinking… maybe we could ride together today?”
Miguel gave her a skeptical look. “Why? What’s wrong with your car?”
Elizabeth crossed her arms, a playful smirk on her face. “Does something have to be wrong with my car for me to want to ride with my brother?”
Miguel rolled his eyes and gestured toward the passenger seat. “Stop being dramatic and get in.”
Grinning, Elizabeth climbed into the car, adjusting her bag as Miguel slid into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and pulled out of the
