Unregistered number...

That day he just drove me back to my house as we agreed, he didn't even manage to wait for my parents to introduce himself or even say goodbye to them and just left after.

It's a bit embarrassing that I wasn't even able to offer him anything, it’s been many times he took me home, but I never invited him once to come inside the house.

"Oh, where is the one that brought you home? Why didn't you even introduce us to them?” Dad asked after they arrived, tiredness and stress evident on his face.

Mom didn't say anything but I could see the same thing on her face, a little bit disappointed which made me feel a little bit that the outcome of what they took care of was not good.

"I'm sorry, maybe next time. He also has a lot to do," I can't say that the man who drove me home is my boss, for sure it was a big deal to them and we all tired for me to explain. Well, that doesn't usually happen...

I took two glasses and a pitcher of cold water, "drink it first," I tried to smile to ease the weight