"Why are you the one who is driving?" Charlie asked as he was forced to sit on the passenger's seat.
"Because you are so busy and tired all the time that you can't even come out. I might as well help you by driving you out somewhere, right?" she batted her eyelashes and he rolled her eyes. Why was she being like that? What did she even want from meeting him?
"I'm not necessarily that tired," he said cautiously. What was she plotting in that head of hers? "Where are we going?"
She pretended to think for a while. "I don't know. Where do you wanna go?"
"You were the one who wanted to go out! Why are you asking me?"
"Equal opportunities, doctor," she smiled sweetly. "I don't want you to feel dragged out."
"I'd maybe prefer being left out," he mumbled looking at his track pants. She didn
