"Amara, are you okay?" Harrold's voice made me come back to my senses.
"Uh, y-yes!"
"Let's go?"
I nodded and rode behind him. I placed both hands on both of his shoulders for support. I think it's too awkward to hold me by his waist.
He started the engine and drove away. I didn't even bother to look at Raxon myself because I'm sure he'll just give me a cold look.
"At the end of La Teresita is their house," I said to Harrold. Maybe he doesn't know where we're going.
"Yes ma'am!" He made a strong promise and then laughed. I couldn't help but smile. But that smile also disappeared immediately when I remembered Raxon's expression earlier. It's like he's angry. The little guy will run out of patience.
But the question is, why did he looked at me like I'm the one who's making him mad?
I finally decided to put it out of my mind. I don't want my head to be filled of thoughts about him.
