"Chance, I'd suggest we leave at 9 am in the morning after breakfast. Okay?"
"Yeah dad, I was thinking the same"
"Wait, 'we'? What do you mean by 'we'?" Samantha looked confused with their choice of words.
"We as in you, me and Chance"
"Why are you two coming to MIT tomorrow?" Samantha frowned at them.
"To drop you" Chance answered as a matter-of-fact.
"No, you two are not coming" she firmly declared.
"Why not?" Bill asked.
"Because it is embarrassing. People younger than me would be arriving there by themselves and it would look so weird that my dad and my fiancé would be dropping me, a twenty-eight-year-old woman, at the university."
"Why is this embarrassing? We need to check what kind of a place it is. Which kind of room you would be living in? Etc, etc" Chance exclaimed.
"Are you two crazy? You are planning to drop me till my room?" Samantha shouted at them.
