[ REWIND ]
"Be grateful it's a special day and I can't let you celebrate today with a mangled face. I prepared the hangover medicine and soup in the car. Dress up quickly. Don't let her wait for long."
Luke frowned and cursed at himself while Remo walked away from the presidential suite. He didn't waste a second, dragging his feet to wash up. When he was done, he went straight to the parking where Remo was waiting for him.
"You didn't have to fetch me," said Luke to Remo, who was leaning against the hood of the black sedan. "You're not my driver, after all."
"If I didn't, will you even come today?" was Remo's response, rendering Luke speechless. "I figured. You'll probably drink until you pass out again. Hop in."
