The Answer 1

For a category of men like Andreas—for Vlora, he was a man who tended to be rough and mischievous—the choice of Westlife as their companion on the ride home was quite surprising for Vlora. It contradicted Andreas' outward appearance.

Andreas glanced over, his often-teasing gaze sharp enough to catch even the slightest difference in Vlora's expression.

“Why?” Andreas opened the conversation. “Don't you like the song? If not, you can change it. What song would you like to hear? Taylor Swift?”

Vlora shook her head. “I like Taylor Swift's songs, but it doesn't mean I dislike Westlife. I was just surprised by the fact that you're playing Westlife.”

Andreas burst into laughter. He genuinely laughed heartily at Vlora's honesty.

“So, you thought I'd play what, Metallica?”

Vlora did not answer. Of course, she had not guessed Metallica. But at least not Westlife.

“Actually, I wanted to play Metallica, but I was afraid our dinner would come back up through our mouths.”

Forty minutes passed. Andr