After clocking out, I wave goodbye to Lisa and hurry up to join my dad by his car.
"Hey." I smile when I get to his side.
"Ready?" He asks and I nod.
We both get in and he starts the car, driving home.
"How was school?" He asks after some minutes of silence.
"Here and there." I mutter.
"No unusual or new thing happened?" He asks again.
"Well I gave a guy my number." I blurt out.
He gives me a quick glance. "You what?"
"You see," I adjust my sitting posture to face him. "He's a kind of guy that's...." I trail off, finding the right word to use. "Let's just say shy. He doesn't know how to voice out his emotions."
Let's just put it that way.
"Voice out his emotions?" He asks, confused again and I sigh.
"This is why I hate explaining things to old people." I mutter to m
