Mira
Mira hated driving home but she had to, Allen had to go pick Mara up from the children's home and make dinner which he was already late for.
“Seven will drive you home, I'm sorry” Allen apologized over the phone.
“No, I will drive myself. I want pasta and spicy chicken sauce”
Mira got to the parking lot and was about to open the car when a middle-aged woman appeared in front of her.
The woman looked familiar, but more unfamiliar as she got closer. Mira's eyebrow knitted slightly when the woman stopped in front of her and took off her sunglasses.
“Hi” Mira was irritated at the smugness in her voice but she said nothing, not even a reply to the greeting.
“Were you not taught to reply to greetings?”
“No, my parents abandoned me so I lack proper home training”
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