Gisselle snorted and said before Roland walked to them, "I have to admit that Mr. Garza really knows how to chase girls."
Samara raised her eyebrows and looked at Roland, who had already walked up to them. "What a coincidence, Mr. Garza?"
"It's not a coincidence. I'm here to pick you up."
Roland bantered. But there was still a hint of worry in his dark brown eyes. "Are you hurt?"
Samara was moved. Her eyebrows moved slightly, and she shook her head. "It's nothing serious. Mr. Garza is considerate."
The smile on Roland's face deepened. "I'll send you back."
Just as Samara was about to refuse, Gisselle could not wait to say, "Alright, thank you, Mr. Garza. If you don't mind, can you help us get our luggage too?"
Samara glanced at Gisselle. "You didn't hesitate at all."
"Why should I? Mr. Garza is our friend," Gisselle said.
She also shamelessly asked Roland, "Am I right, Mr. Garza?"
"Ms. Pineda is right."