Lena
"When are you arriving, Lena!" Anita's impatient voice boomed through the phone. She almost turned my ears deaf with her loud voice.
"I will be there in a few minutes," I said shifting the phone to the other ear while I set the mat and the baskets for our picnic. Jones was kind enough to help in arranging the stuff in the boot. "Thank you." I muffled out enough for him to hear.
He nodded grumpily as usual and opened the car's front door for me. "You've said this like ten minutes ago."
I hopped into the car and heaved out a sharp breath. "Why are you getting impatient? We can meet up at the location if you can't wait." With that, I ended the call and rolled my eyes. "Acting like a drama queen."
"Shall we?" The voice of Jones made me turn to look at him. "Let's go."
The drive to
