Mia
I frequently tapped on her shoulder to keep her awake. Once I reached block 3 I stopped my car and asked her to call someone who would help her get to her apartment.
"Can you call someone who knows where you live?"
"I can." She sounded calm.
"That is great! Who are you gonna call?"
"Ghostbusters!" She jumped.
"Okay, that one is on me I admit. What is your name?" I smiled.
"Melissa!"
My breath hitched.
"You should call your friend, Mel... Melissa." I cleared my throat.
"Mel... My brother calls me Mel. I'll call him." She giggled and search through her contacts.
"Found him!" She squealed and put the phone on speaker.
"Hello."
"Hey! David, where do I live fatty?" She hollered like she was calling him like she was in her home right now. My ears gosh.
"At your apartment?" He questioned. Okay, her brother is like her too. I wonder where the famous apartment really is.
