"Would you like to practice baby making later after our little date, Lisa Owen?"
And with that, Lyte immediately closed the door of the passenger seat. For extra measures, he even put his whole body weight on it, leaning against it for dear life, his back facing the car. Before long, he heard the banging of fists on the glass of the car door window and the muffled yelling from the person inside. He could not resist but to laugh at what he had just done, knowing full well that he would have to make it up to her later.
