Deadly Sketching

7

Mark threw a bunch of documents in front of me and let me take a closer look at who I really was.

I checked the photos and names on the documents, and they proved that I was Sophia.

"So what?" I asked.

My name was Sophia. So what?

I looked up through a haze of smoke at Mark. This helpless and dispirited man suddenly burst into laughter.

He was so ridiculous.

Did he never love me?

I remembered clearly that my first driving instructor always tried to sexually harass me. If I had it my way, I would let Yellowhair and the others beat that instructor up. Unexpectedly, Mark made a complaint call about the instructor and the driving school got a new instructor as a result.

To thank him, I offered to treat Mark to dinner, but he turned me down.

Humph! I had seen a lot of hypocritical and cunning men like him. And I knew he was just playing tricks on me.

Sure enough, when I was about to take the driving test at night, Mark offered to practice driving with me in the evening.