Who are you?

21

Chapter 21: Therapist

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ANDREANNA ERIZZE
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                    “WHAT'S THE VIAND FOR TODAY?” I asked myself while scrolling through my cellphone.

“Hmm, no.” I swiped.

“No, this is too many calories.” I swiped it again.

I raised my eyebrows. “Pass,”

I swiped once more. “Maybe a light meal will do for tonight.” 

“OH MY GOSH!” I blurted out and nearly dropped my phone when someone abruptly called.

[“Hello, babe—”]

“What do you want?” I asked a direct question. “Give me a valid reason why you are disturbing my tranquil night.” 

[“Baka lang naman gusto mong—”]

I cut him off. “Where?”

I heard him smirked. [“Saan pa ba?”]

“I don't know, unless you'll say it.” I countered and shook my head.

[“Psh. Of course, race tracks,”] He replied.

I raised my eyesbrows. “Are you challenging me?”

[“Sort of,”] He mumbled.

“Then, deal,” I remarked.

He chuckled. [“If I win, you owe me dinner,”]

“And if I win?” I countered while playing with my hair.

[“You decide, babe,”] I rolled my eyes.

I quickly smirked when I thought about something. “Hmm.... If I win, say bye-bye to your car,”

[“Sure, I'm always in, Andrea.”] I winched about the fact that he's smiling like an idiot.

“Then, it's a deal,” I plainly said.

[“See you later, babe,”] He said.

“Babe your ass, toodles!” I hissed and ended the call. What the heck? Goosebumps. He's so crazy talaga! 

I made the decision to just get ready for the race after that call. I'm going to eat outside na lang.

God, I'm still getting ready; it's already nine o'clock—well, girls thingy. A few moments later, I headed outside my condo na as soon as I was done getting ready.

I entered the car and turned on the engine. Smirking, I put my foot on the gas to enjoy his dulcet sound. Ah, my bronze Bugatti Chiron is very handsome.

Right after dinner, I headed over to the racetracks. A plethora of individuals and a variety of cars were parked when I arrived. I sped into my opponent's car and into the starting lane.

He was waving at me as I saw him pull down his car window. I made a face and rolled down my window before looking at him, fiercely.

“Hey! Babe! Glad you came!” He exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. “I'm not your babe, f*ck*ng assh*le,”

He seemed really amused as he laughed. I shook my head and scoffed. He has never changed. Drele Luzio is not a stranger and not a friend as well—he's someone I just know.