C64 The Nineteenth Birthday
Damn. My bad luck. I don't want to accept his help.
Reluctantly I open his car's front door and sit on my side while cussing some swear words to those crazy witches. My pride!
Ashar starts the car after giving me a quick glance. "You smell of coke. Did you pour the drink on your dress instead of glass?" He mocks, looking at me through the corners of his eyes.
I shoot him a glare