Chapter Forty Seven

I'd have to say, my skin has adapted the red undertone, because my face turns red quite too often.

We're driving to his apartment because he doesn't want us to make his car a mess. We reach his apartment quickly, but no one says a word during the drive. I quickly use my phone to check my face and notice it's still red.

I should wear concealer and foundation all the time now.

"Get out." He says, waking me up from my thoughts, holding the door open for me with one hand, holding the bags in the other. Jay runs in front of us both to the door.

"I meant it." He says, before trying to catch up with Jay without the food falling out of the bags. I really hoped I could get away with it.

"Hey oldie." He greets an old man sitting on the floor outside the building. He's shivering and is dressed in a thin jacket and tearing boots.

"May I?" He asks, holding up a box of cupcakes and a chip bag. I nod.

He hands the food to the man and he takes it heartwarmingly.