•BRIANNA•
Carlos kept trying to have a conversation with me, but I kept snubbing him because I wasn’t in the mood to talk.
“So, where are you going?” he asked me in a cheerful manner, driving lazily and looking ahead at the road.
“I thought I told you before, my boss sent me on an errand,” I snapped rudely.
“Well, forgive me for having a poor memory,” he joked.
“I can clearly see that you have a bad memory,” I muttered, hoping he wouldn’t hear, but with the way he glanced at me, I knew he heard what I said.
“Tell me about yourself,” he stated, looking at me and focusing back on the road.
“My name is Brianna Jackson, a college dropout striving to make ends meet, care for her sick mother, and get the best life for her younger sister,” I replied.