"What's after school?" I raise my brows curiously; immediately, he hangs up.
"Planing a nap with my girlfriend." He winks and shoves his phone into the pocket.
"You plan naps?" I fake a chuckle at the joke.
"Magnolia needed it; she said last night had been difficult."
Oh, I almost forget.
"Magnolia?" I pretend an expression, appearing unfamiliar with the name.
"I don't suppose you meet." He said.
Inwardly amused, I smirked at him. He had no idea how much we met.
I thoughtfully nodded at him and suggested: "Invite her for dinner. That way, we will know each other."
"She will love to come; she like grandma's cooking." He chuckles.
If having dinner at my own house means eating from who I do not want, then I don't want that. There's no way I am eating what that woman old make
