The rest of my day was spent in one room to another. At the sound of the noise, I quickly rushed to towards the door, to keep my things. Carrying my stuff, I left the building. Our courtyard was a very broad one, and at the parking lot, I could see many beautiful convertibles amongst others. Leaving them, walking back to my house, I cried inwardly. But then a car was horning. Turning slowly, was him, in a blue Mercedes, it was the version because its design was exquisite. Lowering his car glass, he popped his head out and asked "Can I give you a ride"