"This guy," Irvyn let out an exasperated sigh, sitting in his car, while the car was moving swiftly along the road. "If I knew he would be slacking off like this the moment he got an off from work, I'd have never issued something like this. I hope I am not bothering you with this, Miss Juan."
"No no, it's perfectly fine. Glad to be of help, Mr. Collins." Yvette shook her head immediately at his response. "I didn't know you did something like this, buying stuff for orphanage kids."
"Yeah, it's more like, I don't know, a hobby?" Irvyn casually responded to her, his head resting on his propped-up arm. "I know saying it as a hobby sounds weird, but I just felt like doing things like this for them. You know, how they are deprived of the little happiness, like dolls and cakes and candies, unlike other kids. I wanted them not to miss out on things like that."
