"This is Inspector Lorenzo Nikholai Borromeo, and Makaria Sandoval is with me." Phone on the ear, he stated the words clearly.
His baritone voice reign over the roar of the engine. I wanted to ask who he was talking to and why my name's mentioned. But eyeing the blurred establishments and silhouettes of the people outside the car, says he weren't here for a chitchat.
I cleared my throat. Awkwardness slowly settled inside the corners of the car alongside the tension. I sit erect and adjusted the seat belts. My skirt hiked up, my thighs in display. I immediately drag the hem down in attempt to cover my skin. The moment I let go of the cloth, the stretchable skirt bounce back, hiking up higher than it was a while ago. Seeing it'll be that way, I decided to firm my hold on my skirt until I'
