Danisha
"Hey, something is up with my car."
Xander uttered as soon as I picked up the phone. "It won't start. I might not be able to pick you up at sharp four today," he said.
"Hey it's okay. I'll take a cab…"
"No. Wait in the restaurant. I'll try to pick you up by five at the latest," he cut me off.
Chuckling, "Xan, it's okay. You've been driving me around all the time the past three weeks. You don't have to do that, you know," I told him.
"But I want to."
I laughed, as I imagined him pouting as he responded to me.
"I like to spend time with you, my love," he added.
"Hmm," I mumbled, smiling as I wiped the tables after the customer had left. "How about I go home in a cab today and cook for us? You can take your time with your car and we meet at my place after that. How doe
