"Did I ask?" Miso's uncle replied, this time sterner than the previous.
Pouting, she obliged and trudged her way towards her uncle's office, grabbing his keys by the turtle keychain she made in for him.
Knowing him, he wouldn't take no for an answer. Her uncle was a sneaky little intellectual, finding numerous ways to guilt trip her into getting what he wanted. He'd probably pull the "I provide you a place to live right now. All I'm asking you to do is take the car out. Is that so difficult?" card on her. And it worked. Every single darn time.
