"L-Luther—"
"Portia!"
Portia did not continue what she was supposed to say because she heard her father call her who was driving their car closer to where they were standing.
"Luther, it's you, I didn't immediately recognize you. I think my eyes are blurred," said Portia's father.
"Hello, Tito, Tita," King Luther greeted Portia's parents, "We just ate street foods there for a while, have you been here for long? Sorry if we kept you wait."
"Oh, no. We had just arrived, I saw Portia walking, I thought she was alone so I came over, but it happened she's with you, I just realized when I saw you."
"I won't be staying long either, Tito, I'm going back to school for our basketball training. Our competition is on Saturday," King Luther said while glancing at Portia.
"Oh, good luck. I hope y
