I stared at him from behind as he led me to the car, did he know that was my initial plan? To run away back home. There was no lucid reason I could give to why he was like this, I pulled out from his hand not too sure if it was home he was leading me to or my bidder.
"Get in" he ordered while opening the back wing for me to sit. I looked at his legs which he had hurt earlier, then at his face which stared at me waiting for me to get in. I frowned and got inside, devastated that yet again, Brian was the hero of today and not jimmy. While the chauffeur rode, my stomach grumbled, and he scoffed mocking me with these words
"I thought you're a superhero or robot precisely, are you meant to eat? "He was just right beside and eating him roar would suit this situation. Brian instructed the chauffeur to pull over at any nearest restaurant. It didn't take minutes before a restaurant was sighted, but damn! It was for classic people.
