Velvette: What, are you ashamed of kissing me?

Clara:. . . . .

I just kissed her to make her stop talking.

Velvette: Well, I wonder what that damn driver is doing.

Velvette was on her phone when she held my hand. I wonder why she treats me well and is kind to me. She could do whatever she wants with me, but she doesn't. Velvette puts away her phone, then she hugs me.

Clara: What are you doing?

Velvette: Can we stay like this?

Clara:. . . . .

I wonder if she really wants me to be her girlfriend I would like to ask her but I don't ask her.

Velvette: Clara.

Clara: Yes.

Velvette: Do you feel better in my arms?

Clara: Uh.

I don't know what she's doing, I'm not in her head, but I wonder if she's relieving me or if it's for something else. Then Velvette and I looked at each other, and we were about to kiss when the driver arrived. Velvette let go of me, and then we got into the car.

To be continued. . .