Chapter 53

And finally, we arrived at the supermarket after spending fifteen minutes debating which one of us would drive the car.

Well, the end result is clear. Richard managed to come out as the winner, and I, as the loser, had to be satisfied to fill the position as the front passenger.

If only I hadn't lost the game of rock paper scissors which has always been my weakness, I would have ended up victorious instead of Richard.

He's also the weird one, anyway. Even though his right hand was still in a cast, he still insisted on driving his car with the excuse that he didn't want me to drive his car at all costs.

He really is the weirdest and craziest man I've ever met.

And oddly enough, I still found myself liking that annoying guy who just finished parking his vehicle in one of the empty lots in the parking space of the supermarket.

I must be completely mad by now, I muttered, glaring at him indignantly as my hand unbuckled my seat belt.