QUEEN OF THE DEAD

CHAPTER 2

it's the night that's so far away

I once dreamed of having a family, living in a gorgeous kingdom with all our beautiful subjects. But I woke up the second they were taken away from me. I didn't even know who my family was, nor was I shown their faces. But it hurt, because I lost my parents long ago, too. I actually woke up crying.

My boss called me in this Monday because of a party that's going to be held at the shop. Of course, I managed to avoid crossing paths with the Carvalle Prince. I also managed to avoid my landlord by buying him alcohol and making him forget my dues.

I enter the shop from the back, wearing a casual outfit with our apron up front. I was given drinks, champagne, to serve to the guests.

I enter the main cafe, struck by gorgeous fairy lights and beautiful people in casual wear. These were a diverse group of people, chattering while a soft band was playing in the background. I can hear different language in conversations; mingling with each other. This was a nice coffee party.

People took drinks from me, and I had to refill a few times. It was a normal party from me, and actually enjoyable since I got to overhear pointless facts from their talk. Call me an eavesdropper, but I call that having ears and getting close to them enough to hear them.

'Besides, they said Greg is a good roommate, only that he doesn't wash his socks.' That was one weird, though normal, conversation.

While standing around, I set my eyes on one lone table no one sat at. I blinked in disbelief, wondering if my eyes decieve me.

My eyes never lie. It's my broken phone. That right there in that table is my broken phone.

I looked around, seeing no blonde hair everywhere. He's not here, so how did the phone get here? He probably gave it to my coworkers, then they just dumped it here. No one seems to mind it, though.

After someone took the last glass of champagne, I went over to the table with my tray. I held my hand out and touched the phone curiously. "It's real," I whispered, confirming that it's not a hallucination stemming from my 4 hour sleep schedule.

I picked it up, powering it on. It did turn on but the screen is still cracked and had that ugly black ink all over it.

"How'd you get here?" I muttered to myself, taking out the back cover to retrieve my valuable memory card. But it doesn't have a memory card.

I jumped in shock when a person suddenly hopped onto the chair. "Looking for this?"

It was the Carvalle Prince, in all his perfect glory, left eye and all, holding my memory card. He is smiling so innocently, and I can almost believe he's a nice person. He truly does look charming.

My breathing slowed down as I stared at him, giving up on hiding. I didn't answer him, so he sighed deeply.

"You know, speaking of looking... I was looking for you, Cindy. You just had to run away and hide your already-exposed servant status." I looked around, thankful that nobody seems to mind us.

"My names not Cindy." And I'm not hiding my servant status, I'm hiding from you.

He leaned into the table, "What is it, then?"

But I ignored his question. "Why are you here? Don't Carvalle students have more important things to do? Instead you're here in a 'cheap' party with 'cheap' people..."

Recognizing my callback to his insulting statement, he snorted, "Cindy, everyone in this 'cheap' party are Carvalle students."

Wait, what? My jaw dropped, my thoughts on every person here now never the same.

"Yeah, you don't recognize Chanel perfumes? Most people here are famous... that's why they're so indifferent to me."

In a flash, I noticed their simple but branded jewelry, the recognizable colors of Gucci, the bedazzled accessories and shoes. I didn't realize everyone here being from Carvalle. I felt so small among these people. The royals, inside an average coffee shop having above average conversations.

I felt suffocated in this room right now. I notice some girls waving to this Prince, and he smiles back and nods in response. Those same girls eyed me while smiling.

I had to leave. I tried to, but Prince here had to pull the hands on wrist thing again.

"Hey, Cindy--"

"It's not Cindy! Stop that!" I whisper-yelled in annoyance. People were starting to stare and I didn't want to start anything. "Look, I'm sorry, your Highness. I'm sorry for throwing that phone at you. But I truly don't want your money nor do I like your presence around me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your eye; since it exists anyways."

I snatched my wrists off, but he kept on holding it.

"I'm Heidi," he says with a friendly smile, as if I totally didn't indirectly tell him to fúck off.

“Hey...di?” I repeated the name he gave me.

It made him smile a little bit more charmingly with a lot of friendly aura.

"U-uhh..." I couldn’t stop staring at his eyes, why does he looks so good in blue contact lenses? I am totally captivated. But I refused to; since I know he's just a rich and spoiled kid who looks down on everyone just because he's from Carvalle.

"Okay, I have to go..."

"Here," he suddenly says. I stopped trying to pull away from him when he presented me with a box. A box with the label, A.I TECHNOCORP. "I thought I should replace your phone."

Like how you replaced your eye? I wanted to say, but my eyes forced me to gape at the phone. This brand is legendarily expensive! "I can't accept that. Thanks but, no..."

A.I Technocorp is the leading company that manufactors everything gadgets. That brand is all over Carvalle like it's the school's wife, from smart TVs to projectors and smartboards. Besides, the model that Heidi is holding... It's the AI VOL Rose Gold model. The latest phone, costing a minimum of 2k dollars. Its matching headset is $950.

"You have to accept it," he insisted.

I shook my head in response but Heidi pushed it against my hand. This is what being rich feels like... the box even feels expensive. "Look, I'll never step into this shop if you use it."

My head snapped back up. "Y-you won't?"

"Yeah," he gave me a warm smile. Of course, it made hearts skip a beat. He's so innocent and charming, I admit... "I have to replace your phone."

Should I? I can't afford another one,  it took me a year to pay off my broken phone. "If I accept this... you'll leave me alone and forget everything?"

"You won't even see me around this cafe," he nodded.

My heart warmed up. Maybe he's not so bad, after all. He's truly strange; why he still has his left eye, who he actually is; everything. But this is the last time I'm gonna see him, so I probably won't know.

some days later

I hadn't seen the Carvalle Prince walk across our cafe, not even a strand of blonde hair is in my sight. It was good, I worked peacefully with my brand new AI phone. I had planned on selling it, buy a cheaper phone and pay my rent, but I hadn't found any buyers yet. This thing, could be worth 3k, and it could pay off my bills for three months.

Shockingly today, I learned that I truly do need a buyer.

"What is this?" I stared in shock and disbelief at what was presented to me by my boss when I signed out for today. It was an envelope, with a check.

"Your last pay. You have today to clean up your locker," she nonchalantly told me.

"Wait, what did I do?" Did she know about last week's incident? "I... I can't lose this j-job, I'll do better, I promise! I'll pay off my damages with this pay!"

"Look Percy," she looked at me straight in the eyes and I could cry. I needed this job. I desperately do; I can't mess this up.

"You did great, you did nothing wrong. We just need to cut staff."

After the money made from Carvalle student's cafe party here last week? Why did they need to cut staff? They totally earned lots from that party.

"I'm sorry, Percy. I personally can't do anything."

Bull.

I stepped out of the cafe with a bag of my belongings, the cold air entering my depressed lungs and it feels ten times colder as an unemployed student.

If I don't find another job, I might need to drop out of college. My eyes stung from wanting to cry. Life has been cruel, I'm on my own... and it's hard to be strong when you're alone. It's hard to be strong when you're born weak, born to be weak.

I should get strong, anyone can stand on their own... I have to breath. Breathe in, breathe out... I have to carry my things home and immedietly look for a job. I'll use my school lunch time to go job hunting.

I didn't even noticed my nose getting wet from holding back all the tears. The weather is cold; and my bag is heavy.

The streets were empty as I waited for the bus. When headlights appeared, it wasn't the public transport. It was a black car, stopping right in front of me.

I was confused at first, however that turned into a slightly negative feeling when the window rolled down to reveal a cheerfully smiling face of Prince Heidi from Carvalle.

"Hi, Cindy! You look good in red, you should wear that color more often."

I grimaced, hiding my red blouse with my brown coat to sheild myself from the cold, and from the cockiness of Heidi Levough. "You said you'd leave me alone."

"Well, yeah, but you're not in the cafe right now," he shrugged. "Technically, I said I wasn't going to see you around the cafe."

I snorted, both in humor and annoyance. This smart kid...

"What do you want, Heidi?"

"Aside from your name...?" He pursed his lips to think. "I want to give you a ride."

"I don't need a ride." I don't like being with a Carvalle prince. I know how he looks down upon people like me.

"Oh, come on. Give me a name, then?" He gave me a pout, both adorable and cringy. I shook my head at him. Heidi checked his watch, before turning back to me. "You missed the last bus."

I checked my own, seeing it read 9:17pm. The last bus is on 9, so once again I sighed at my misfortune. It's a bad idea to hitch a ride with him; he's sly and cocky. I don't trust rich Princes like him.

"Go home, Heidi." I turned and walked away, but the car followed me slowly, to keep up with my pace.

"I can't just leave you here, Cindy."

"Are you stalking me?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm not a stalker."

"Sounds like something a stalker would say. Go home to your personal maids or something," I kept on walking and ignoring him for a few seconds.

The car stopped, and I thought he had turned around to leave me alone. Boy, I was wrong. When I turned around to look, he was right beside me jogging to keep up. All in his Carvalle uniform, following a peasant like me.

I glared at him. "What are you doing."

"What are you doing?" He had the nerve smile at me while I'm getting so annoyed. Yet I still can't deny he looks charming with a wide smile.

This isn't the guy who scared me with a missing eye and a hoarse voice. This is an angelic Prince who can strike anyone with his charm.

"I'm going home. Don't follow me." I sternly said. What does he want with me, I wonder. Does he not have anything else to do?

"I can't just leave you here, my Dad taught me better." He sniffed off the cold, the tip of his nose turning pink.

"But you can leave your car over there?"

"I'll get it in the morning."

Why is he so persistent. I faced him with annoyance on my face.

"Look, Heidii—stop, just stop. I accepted your gift, thank you so much for that; but you promised to leave me alone. Nobody from Carvalle would actually follow an unemployed college student at this time of night; so what the hell is wrong with you?"

He scoffed, shaking the cold away. "Technically, I'm not a 'nobody', so someone like me can still hang out with you."

I actually fell speechless for his ability to be charming and annoying at the same time. I walked faster, but since he's taller with those legs, he can keep up with no efforts.

"You're seriously following me?" I exclaimed, starting to get frustrated.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me your name," he smirked.

I'm seriously considering calling the cops on him. But I'm not even around my neighborhood, so he's not trespassing... he's just annoying me.

I ignored his request for my name, so he just shrugged. "Okay then, Red. Be stubborn."

"Again with the names--"

I was suddenly presented a purple flower by Heidi, which he stole from the bush by the sidewalk. I remained unimpressed at his attempt to...

Is he flirting with me?

"You stole that." I faced away from him and increased my pace. I actually got to see his disappointed pout as I rejected him.

"..., Red!" He screamed something which made me stop in my tracks. Did he just say something gibberish? Or was it another language?

I turned around replying, "What?"

"..." He said, smiling innocently, speaking a familiar language that I rarely hear. He was speaking fluently, and me with my mouth open refusing to decode the language.

"Okay I get it, you're Asian... I can't understand because I'm not Japanese." I saw his smile, amused at my frustration. "N-not that I want to hear what you said, it's probably pointless."

I quickly turned away, my cheeks getting gooosebumps from the decrease in temperature.

He jogged to keep up and remained by my side. "It's actually in Korean, but I can speak both."

"Rich and bilingual, cool..." I muttered, still unimpressed.

"I also can speak Mandarin, German, Italian, French---my Russian's a bit lacking, maybe because my Russian teacher has these really big---"

I stopped. "Okay, okay, stop. Rich multilingual Prince who flexes too much, that's cool, but I just really need to go home and I don't want you following me. So Jared... Please..."

"Okay Red, I'll stop following you, " he says, now looking like a stoic puppy. I really couldn't believe my eyes--how childish is he? And what's with the names?

"Thank you," I politely but also sarcastically replied, turning around only to get stopped once again.

What now.

"Only if you eat with me."

"Who, what now?"

He pulled my hand up, proudly announcing, "I know this great place that closes at midnight, so we better hurry if we want to catch the nightly special."

"Wait, I can't---!"

I ended up on this “dinner” scene with Heidi. Someone I know to be a rich kid from Carvalle; someone I know to have been missing an eye weeks ago, is now sitting in front of me enjoying ice cream from 7/11.

"Th-thanks for this... weird person..." I muttered the last part, slowly poking my ice cream.

"This is cool, I've never been in a 7/11 before," he enthusiastically ate his ice cream. "Hey, why is it called 7/11?"

"I don't know..." I felt awkward now, despite him being too comfortable with me. This is a weird scene, I don't even know what draws him to me. I kept pushing him away, but here we are with ice cream.

I'm still confused on a lot of things. Every time I see him, I get reminded of the first night we met. I couldn't get it out of my mind... how was he fine the morning after?

"Heidi..."

"Mm?" He hummed in response.

I stared at him while he scrapes the deepest part of the ice cream cup with childish determination.

"That night... was it real?"

He looked at me, "What?"

"Did that night happen?" I ask, avoiding his gaze because of my difficulty in wrapping my head around this. "That night we met... was it real?"

"You mean when I lost my eye?"

I nodded.

"Hey," he suddenly made me face him with his gentle fingers, and he has that adoring soft smile on his face. "I didn't get to thank you for that."

"No, the phone---"

"The phone was an apology."

"So it was real?" I pulled away from his gentle hold. I kept looking at his blue eyes, trying to find evidence of injury. There wasn't. "But... why do you have... Both eyes? The next morning, you came into the shop looking brand new!"

He scoffed, probably amused at my exclamation. "You shouldn't worry about it. It was just a scratch on the eye."

Scratch? Is he kidding? There was a hole on his eye socket!

"Scratch... sure..." I stared at him in disbelief. "A scratch causes a whole 2 feet square of the alley to be covered in blood..."

"Well," he shrugged, "I'm rich, aren't I? There's no possibility to be treated with the best technology?"

He has a point. But in 12 hours, really? He's not fooling anyone. Something is fishy.

"Why did that happen?" I ask. "Why'd you get injured that bad? Why'd you end up in that alley?"

"You are such a curious little girl."

"I'm 20."

"Same, high five!" He held his hand up but I glared at it.

"Answer my question," I demanded with a soft tone because I still don't want to disrespect this annoying person. "Please..."

He sighed, very disappointed that I didn't take the high five. "Those are really personal questions... but, I'll share them with you if you let me take you home."

"Excuse me?" My face soured. What the hell is he intending?

"I can't walk in this cold, and neither can you with that bag of yours. Let me give you a ride home."

"It's not worth it," I smile sarcastically, finishing off my ice cream with the intent of leaving.

"It's a good story... and I have yet to repay you for taking care of me. It's going to change your life."

I stared at him in doubt, genuinely thinking about it. I raised an eyebrow, "Your story is going to change my life?"

"No..." He gave me a cute, innocent smile. "My thanks will."

What am I suddenly doing in his car? Is the answerable question in my mind along with, Why is does his playlist contain Aqua's Barbie Girl?

Answer to that question: Heidi is childish and has questionable taste for songs. Answer to the first question: Curiosity. It kills the cat. And what do I have to lose? He's right, I'll die walking in the cold for 3 miles. And it'll spare me an hour of thinking about my future when I have possibly none.

I can sense his happy and bouncy mood beside me as we venture along the streets. The air was warm enough to make me feel like I should lose my coat, but I won't. I'll just appreciate this temporary warmth.

"I've heard things about you," I blurted out to avoid feeling awkward and tense. Why does he act like we're not strangers at all? Not to mention different social status. It makes things uncomfortable for me.

"Oh good," he says, looking so glad. "So you must know a lot about me... yet I still don't know your name, Red."

Not planning on telling you yet, his sly comment made the corners of my mouth raise up at least. 

"You know, people don't talk much about you being a creepy pervert, but now I know better," I threw at him, sarcastically though very serious. The air is lightening up, because he's not being mean to me, at least.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked. "What have they said other than keep silent about me being a pervert?"

I looked outside the fogged up window holding down a laugh or a scoff. "Well, you're more than rich. You have something to do with... Levoughs. Who owns Carvalle... who, owns... a lot..."

Those words that came out of my mouth made me feel a certain way. I feel like I don't don't deserve to talk to him. This is the mentality for people like me. We shouldn't be talking to people like Heidi. Especially Heidi. I felt suffocated when being with him.

"I am Levough. Yeah, we own a lot but... why does that make you uncomfortable?" What he said makes me look at him. Heidi is focused on the road, looking very serious despite his tone being playful.

"How'd you know I'm uncomfortable?"

"If you aren't, I wouldn't have to blackmail you with information just to take you home safe."

"I'm uncomfortable because you're being creepy," I reply, half joking and half serious.

It's true though, who follows a girl around at night? Well, if he only passed by coincidentally... I shouldn't assume, but I'm going to assume. Being good looking doesn't exempt you from being creepy.

"I'm sorry for being creepy, but I just want to help you." His tone turned serious, "I know you're fired. I figured it out because I saw you crying at the bus stop with that bag. It's not obvious, but you came out through the main door and not the back door, so you didn't lock up."

"You... are stalking me?"

"No," he laughed. "Carvalle's right across the street, I was waiting for someone to go to a party together, but since they're late I ditched him for you."

I, somehow, got touched, then my eyebrows narrowed. "Wait, you left someone for me? And you ditched a party--why'd you do that?! Priorities? I'm just... just..." A nobody, and he left his friend to come annoy me? Am I just being ungrateful? What's going on in that mind of his? Why me?

I shouldn't feel special because not special, at all.

"My friend has his own car," he says, his gentle eyes staring right at me,making my ear burn. "You need me more than he does."

I'd call him arrogant, but where's the lie? "Thank you... Heidi... you weird person..." I muttered the last part again, only this time with a ghost of a smile. I do appreciate it. He's not that bad.

Maybe he's blind to the thick line between his world and mine. Maybe he sees me as a person... not a peasant. 

"To formally introduce myself as not a creepy pervert, I'm Heidi Levough. Your local blonde dyed blue contact swearing heartthrob. I swell when I drink coffee, so now you know how to poison me," he held his hand out for a high five, and I look at him weirdly.

"Aren't we supposed to shake hands?" Does rich people have different greeting ettiquete?

He took three seconds off the road to playfully glare at me. "You didn't return my last high five, so hit it, Red."

I rolled my eyes while finally giving him a high five. He looked so happy and glad, displaying a big smile. He is not the person I first met. Speaking of...

"Are you gonna explain how you magically got your left eye in less than 12 hours?" I asked, crossing my fingers for an answer. I notice how he expertly dodges questions with his charm, so I must not fall for it this time. It was too strange and unusual to not lose sleep over.

"Well, I..." Though he sounded confident with his enthusiasm not going away; he's still suspicious. "I did get hurt, not gonna lie... I was uhm..."

Uhm?

"I was robbed that night..." He said, losing his cheerfulness and replaced with forced optimism. "Well, they tried but I have a taser... they uhm... tried to stab me, but I kind of blocked it. The tip kind of ended up at the inner corner of my eye. It hurt so bad, but it didn't cut my eye itself."

"Didnt cut the eye?" I commented with a slight gasp. I was the one who cleaned it up, and it was a messy wound that involved the socket.

"It made a bloody mess, but it's the truth. My eyes were covered in blood, not to mention bruises."

"But you were okay the next day? I even left you back there!"

He looked at me, smirking. "You'd be surprised how much technology can fix people nowadays. Especially people with money. Some surgery here and there... not to mention concealer for the bruises."

I squinted my eyes at him. I wear concealer; it does not cover bruises without the undertones being visible under certain lighting. Still, I sighed. Money and technology can buy health nowadays. For all I know, the Levough family and their Empires have a net worth of trillions. Hundred trillions. There's no doubt if Heidi can buy the most full coverage foundation; so maybe, can he can afford to get surgery to fix his eyes in a span of 12 hours.

Is it possible? Maybe. Do I believe it? No. Am I going to avoid being annoying and drop it? I have to. Heidi is alive and well; I'm not gonna wish for him to have a missing eye just for the sake of logic.

"Okay, Heidi... you're rich, I get it. Money fixes everything." I nodded.

"Not everything. Trust me. It only fixes the physical. Well, except internal surgeries but that's besides the point--pretend I said something smart okay, money can't fix everything." Heidi says, chuckling. My breathing softens as I released a light laugh, and my opinion of him changed slightly.

Finally, I can recognize my neighborhood. Ex machina.

Somehow I feel embarrassed that Heidi is going to know how much of a slum I live in. But that's a given, why would I be embarrassed?

"Yeah, over there..." I pointed to a building, that's not actually my apartment yet still looks similar. I still can't let him know specifically where I live. That's just bad hitch riding etiquette. It also applies to taxis and ubers. "You can drop me off here."

"Okay," he said nonchalantly, stopping me by my defacto apartment building. I was about to get out and thank him, when he exclaimed, "Wait! I haven't thanked you for that night."

"You're welcome," I reply, giving him a closed smile. "It's okay, the phone and the car ride is enough."

"No," Heidi protested, quite sternly. I was quite shocked at how serious he was. I am quite shocked at how determined he is. What shocking move is he going to do next?

"Red," he says, "I know there are people who have it worse than you. There are a lot of people like you, but I can't do anything about all of them. But you, you are someone I can give something to. You are someone I want to give something... special. This is crazy but... I just want to help you."

Why can I hear my heart beating, I'm not wearing a stethoscope. Stop or I'll get a stroke. "I don't need your help."

"But I want to help you. I can... just hear me out," he held his hands out. I can tell he's nervous as well as intent getting me on his side.

"Carvalle. I can get you enrolled in Carvalle. I will pay for your scholarship and dorm at Carvalle."

What?! And that's exactly what I yelled. "What?! What are you---ta-talking... wait, why?!"

"I just said why. I want... you to not question it. Just come to Carvalle."

"I'm a peasant, you said... I don't even have $50 in my wallet and you expect me to study in a place where they sell sandwiches for $95?!"

He gave me a funny look. "Sandwiches aren't 95, they're 125 because they're from Italy---no, stop thinking about your status. I don't mind that. I want you to study in Carvalle. Full tuition, full dorms, full meals, a whole degree."

I am on the way to having a panic attack. It's too good to be true. Him being this good is too unreal. "Look, I get that it's all 50 cents to you, but Heidi... I can't do that. I can't just go in there because you paid. Carvalle is not for me."

He snorted and whispered in another language, "But you're for me..."

"I can't understand Korean, be serious Heidi."

"You can work for it, if you don't want to be guilty or privilaged." He gave me one of his pouty smiles. "You can be my tutor. Like, my personal reviewer. You can help me study. In return, I pay for you education."

"Look Heidi," I can't believe I'm refusing this this is the best offer in my life and others would kill for this offer. But my stubborn morality can't fathom the fact of studying in Carvalle. Those are celebrities and royalties studying in that place. I'm an unemployed community college student who helped this rich person once. And even threw a phone at him!

"You don't even know me. You don't even know my name," I say.

"It's okay, Percy."

My tongue suddenly got tied at his reply. "W-w-wait, what? How...?”

He scoffed playfully, "You think I wouldn't ask your coworkers what Cinderella with a broken phone's name was?"

"And you still called me Cindy or Red?"

He stares at my outfit, with a very proud smile. "Red looks good on you. I might even change Carvalle's uniform to red just so you'll wear it everyday---"

Why is he like this? "No, don't do that. Don't do anything for me. I'm... I'm..."

"Nobody's a nobody, you know." Heidi went serious for a second. "Technically, everybody's a nobody, too. I'm nothing but a guy born in a rich family. If I was born somewhere else, I'd still be me. Only with a different face and upbringing. We're all still alive. We have our purposes. Nobody's a nobody. Or everyone is. We're just the same people breathing the same oxygen,  living on a floating rock in space..."

"Heidi—“

"...that's gonna get destroyed if the sun blows up in 5 million years."

That made me scoff in laughter, at least. It lightened me up, how genuine he can be despite still being a childish i***t. Heidi Levough is a Prince; yet royalties can still be humans. It's basic ethics, everyone's the same, just not the same life.

"Are... you sure you're going to give that privilege to me? Why me?" I ask, genuinely curious.

He sighed, giving me a closed smile. "Would you believe it if I say I like you?"

"Yeah, you could like a person," I nodded.

"Romantically."

I dropped my own smile. I refuse to believe he had any feelings for me. Status aside, he doesn't really know me. If he gave me this offer because he likes me now, will he take it back if he gets to know me better and turns out not liking me? I voiced this out.

"I don't believe it going that way, Heidi." I leaned in to emphasize my final question. "But let's say you do like me... in that way. What if in the future, you realize you don't. What if you get to know me, then take away what you give because you realize I'm not worth it?"

"It's a gift, not a subscription plan." He gave me a playful face.

That was an enlightening point.

"Even if it turned out that way, the gift is still yours. I'm not a terrible person; even if I look like a creepy pervert to you, I know stuff I shouldn't do to be a decent human."

I can't contain my smile. What the hell, he's cheesy, he's showing off, but dear Lord... why is he this charming.

"Sure," I said before opening the car door.

"Is that 'sure' for Carvalle?" He yelled from inside the car as I pull my bag out.

I frowned at him.