Sofia Andrew
Angel was silent the whole ride. He'll just sigh and glance at me from the corner of his eyes every now and then.
He thought I didn't notice it, but his hand on the wheel tightened as if he was having a conversation with himself.
When we arrived at the clubhouse, we were greeted by a friendly man.
"Good evening."
"Good evening." Angel and I greet back.
"Names, please."
"Mga Leffman," sabi ni Angel.
"Leffman," Angel replied.
The man skimmed through the list. "I'm sorry, but there is no Leffman here."
"Check again," Angel ordered impatiently, and even I was confused as to why his name wasn't there.
"Angel, calm down," I whispered to him. "If Leffman isn't there, check Andrew and Leffman."
The man looked nervous at first, and he checked it again. When he saw our name
