XAVIER'S POV
"Where are the damn lights?"
The lights in the garage were dim due to some damage to the electric wires. Or something like that. At least, that's what my uncle had told. I looked at Ophelia who was struggling to walk in her six-inches heels. I shook my head at her tactics.
"Why are you wearing those heels anyway?"
She had changed her clothes for the third time. After dinner, my uncle suggested I would take my motorbike for a drive. According to him, he wanted us to spend some time together.
I wasn't sure if the 'us' was my bike and me or Ophelia and me.
Pretty confident it was the latter.
She had worn a pair of black jeans along with a white shirt. My aunt lent her a black leather jacket so she won't feel cold.
But I was certain I heard her telling Ophelia to wear the jacket so that it would go with the bike.
"Your aunt asked me to wear it. She said it would go with my outfit."
