"Sarah, come on. I I'm totally unaware of the fact that he is your father and you know you have a lot to tell me of which you aren't saying. Come on, I'm sorry." Tisha apologized the minute she entered her car and put on her seatbelt only to notice that Sarah was still angry facially. She felt it was not going to be wise to start driving her home when they are both not in good terms.
Sarah rested her head on the chair she was sitting on and slowly turned her face to look at Tisha and with a dull face, she muttered, "please just drive, Tisha. Don't make this hard for me."
Tisha gasped and cleared her throat, "okay, fine, fine." She said and started the engines on her way out of the premises.
"Who was that guy that came out to talk to you, again?" Sarah asked in a barely comprehensible mumble as she turned to look at Tisha again after a while of looking out the window.
