Calix didn't drive as usual. Logan sat behind the wheels while Mrs. An occupied the front passenger seat. The former sat in the back with Leslie.
The clock was pointing to a quarter past eleven. They should arrive in Phoenix Heights within fifteen minutes or more.
Throwing a glance at Leslie, Calix noticed how tense her expression was. She quietly fiddled with her dress, her eyes shifted from the outside to her hands.
Leslie had stopped wearing the customized sunglasses. But, she brought the spectacles along just in case she needed them.
"Nervous to meet Grandma?" Calix arched one of his brows, a smirk tugging on his lips, "I'm the one who should be skittish ah. Grandma will surely nag at me for not informing her about you sooner."
Blinking, Leslie moved her gaze from the passing scenery to Calix. His signature smirk was drawn on his lips, luring a chuckle out of her mouth.
