Al quickly stepped aside, allowing his instinct and reflexes to take over.
Cara had thrown a vase at him. Luckily he was already expecting the worst and had managed to dodge it.
"I'm sure I'm not a bastard Cara." Al teased as he tried to lighten the situation.
His joke clearly didn't work as Cara walked up to him and gave him a slap on the cheek.
Al knew he could have avoided it, but what was the point? It would have only made her possibly more mad and that was not Al's goal in visiting her tonight.
"You have the guts to show up here after you sent my dad to reason with me on your behalf? How pathetic are you?" Cara spat as Al slowly closed the door behind him.
He didn't want the entire house waking up, nor did he want Cara to try and run away.
"The only time today that I saw your father was outside your door less than five minutes ago." Al said as he tried to defend himself and Peter Jao.
