"Haah..." Michael sighed, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I mean, I just don't want you to have a bad day because of Billy. Next time don't talk to him."
"You're really messing around," Gabby pinched Michael's cheek. "Yeah, yeah, I'm not going to tell Billy not to talk to me anymore,"
"Come with me to the canteen," Michael said, taking Gabby's hand.
Since that incident, Kristina and Billy had been fighting every day. Whenever they finished practicing, they would definitely stand facing each other. They would argue about who was more suitable for Gabby.
Saturday morning, around 6 o'clock, the white gated of her house opened. The young girl wearing a school uniform rushed to open the fence. She ran while biting into the jam bread.
"I'm ready!" Gabby exclaimed, hugging Michael's waist.
Michael turned around briefly, nodded his head and started the engine.
