[Johan's POV]
"Are you sure? I can drop you off in front of the bus station. No need to be shy, Pal." Rafael persuaded, opening the patrol's door lock with reluctance.
Johan shook his head at the young lieutenant. "It's okay, really. I just need to buy something before my trip home. I can't go back empty-handed."
Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Rafael gave in. "Alright. Want me to accompany you? I know a place where you can buy souvenirs."
"No offense, but I'd rather not be seen shopping with you."
"Uhh..." Rafael looked exasperated as Johan exited the police car. "Why do I feel like I'm dealing with a spoiled brat?"
Johan ignored the comment and gazed at the blue and purple building. He asked to be dropped beside the outlet mall, which wasn't that far from the bus station.
"Hey!" Rafael called before Johan walked to the entrance. "What's your Facebook account? Lemme add you!"
"Just invert my name!"
