C11 Incorrigible
“I’m going.” While checking the phone and wallet in my jeans before leaving.
Dante was sitting languidly on the couch while scrolling on his smartphone.
“Okay. Let’s go.” He stood and walked towards the door. My eyes widened at his intention.
“Wait, wait. Hold up, hold up.” His hand stopped midair while reaching the doorknob. “What are you doing?”
“I’m driving you to the mall
