Crazy Driver.

Remembering it too late, the last time he was a passenger in Yvenia's car, he felt like his soul had left his body, once he got off, he went straight to restroom puking. Scared to his wits, he was about to suggest him to drive, but it was already too late. They were already out of the garage.

"N-Nia. C-can you slow down a bit and drive more safely?" His legs quivering, wondering how they were out already.

Looking at him confused. What did he mean? She's already being slow and safe enough for him because of last time. He couldn't possibly ask for it to be any slower. She raises her left brow at him. Seeing his legs already quivering, she felt guilt from last time and obliged to his wishes.

Sighing, she agrees. "Fine."

Still driving like a lunatic but not as bad as before, they arrived at a small ordinary cafe. Relieved that they finally stopped, he opens the car door and walks out. His legs felt numb from the fright he experienced. At least this time he doesn't feel like puking.

Getting out her car as well, she locks her car doors and places her keys in her Burberry Bag as well as her sunglasses. Seeing Mark barely standing she furrowed her brows. Was her driving that frightening? She couldn't have possibly left a trauma on him had she?

Worried, she asks. "Mark, are you perhaps afraid of riding in cars?" She looks at him seriously with a worried expression."

Haha...Afraid of riding in cars? He couldn't possibly tell her that he was afraid of her. "Of course not. I wouldn't be a man if I did. I was just shocked by your a-amazing driving skills." He tries to make the realist smile he could muster.

Feeling something was off and as she was about to pry more off of Mark. She saw him not looking too good and decided it was best to go inside first.

Normally you would expect them to go to a high end restaurant for lunch but that wasn't the case for Yvenia, she was more into a homey view of things. Helping Mark while his arm wrapped around Yvenia's shoulders, they walked in successfully.

Helping Mark sit down, she sat down across him. A small petite elderly came to their table noticing Yvenia and Mark sitting together. Seeing the elderly come over, they immediately greeted him.

"Hey Gramps!"

Holding onto his cane, and rubbing his beard, he nods. "Great to see you two again. You should come visit often! It's sad without having to y'all youngsters come here as often as before. Has work been tiring?"

Feeling guilty within their hearts "Gramps, please don't be sad. Me and Mark will come visit everytime we get a chance then."

"Yeah, Gramps!" Mark chimed in. "Come sit down with us, we have a lot to catch up on. Have you eaten lunch yet?"

Looking at the boy's kindness he couldn't help but feel an instant happiness in his heart. "I couldn't possibly interrupt y'all youngsters special time. It's fine, I have already eaten."

"No problem at all, Me and Nia always hang out with each other 24/7. This time it's no different. Come sit with us. You wouldn't feel too full to have a second lunch would you?" Pulling off a mischievous smile.

"Of course not." he laughs while rubbing his beard. This brat sure knows how to convince someone.

"Let me help you Gramps." Yvenia says as she helps him sit down on the seat.

"Thank you."

"No problem at all Gramps. It's what I should do."

"Waiter!" Mark calls. Rushing over a teenage girl about the same age as them appeared before them with a notepad and pencil in hand. Seeing the teenage boy that called her over, she felt lovestruck at that moment just by looking at him, falling into a daze.

Not pleased with her expression, he furrows his brows. Who dares look at him that way? Only his Nia can look at him that way.

"Can we get a change of a waiter here?" he calls out.

Snapping out of her daze, she realized what had happened. Blushing from embarrassment she immediately apologizes.

For Gramps sake, he had to deal with this girl. Picking out all the dishes, everything came ordered.

Looking at all the dishes on the table, Gramps brows furrowed. "Isn't this a bit too much for the three of us? This can feed a whole family of 6."

Noticing his expression, Mark quickly makes up an excuse. "Don't worry Gramps. It won't go to a waste. If we can't finish it, we can just take it home for dinner. Besides, shouldn't you be glad that we're supporting your business." He smiles.

Choking at his words 'It Seems like I have some pretty wealthy grandchildren here. Don't mind if I do then.' He thought, noticing their office wear and expensive accessories.

"Alright then." He simply nods.