"Memorial garden." Nico look at me. His eyes are saying that this is the least place he expected me to bring him after I ask him out and ask him again if I could drive his car. Asking him out is a piece of cake the hardest part of taking him here is having his permission to let me drive his car. It became harder to convince him after he find out that I only drove for a few times after I got my driver's license when I'm eighteen years old.
"That explains the flower and candles," he said and gaze at the backseat of his Rover. "You should have told me that we will visit your Mother. We could have prepare for a better flower and candles for her." I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for the flowers and candles on the back.
"Save the expensive flowers and extravagant candles for the day when I'
