I swear... if glares could throw daggers, Aivon would be bathing with his own blood by now!
He is comfortable seating on our sofa while I'm still persuading him that he can already go and I'll be the one to explain to my aunt that he has a meeting to attend to. But still, he refused my offer.
"Look, you don't need to wait for my Aunt to get home from the supermarket. Just go, I'll be the one going to explain why you need to go off."
"Isn't it rude for me to go after I received her invitation? She literally runs to the market to buy us food," he argued.
"Oh, trust me. She won't perceive you as rude!" I said, stressing it.
It's true tho, I know my aunt pretty well. She may get upset that Aivon didn't wait for her but that's it! She won't dare get mad at him after seeing how perfectly i
