The sky was dark. And I didn't recognize who it was at once.
When I was about to ask who it was, the man took a step forward.
With confusion on my face, I asked, "Roger Lance?"
"How could it be him?"
"What are you doing? Do you think I liked to pick you up in the middle of the night?"
Roger's expression was similar to mine. He took out the key of his car, pointed at a high-end sports car not far away, and pressed the key. Then he said, "Get on the car quickly. I have to attend a party later."
"Thank you. I can go back home by myself."
I, who didn't have a good impression of Roger, didn't want to stay with him.
Roger didn't bother with me at first. He got into the car by himself. And I arrived at an intersection, intending to take a taxi. Then Roger's sports car stopped in front of me with the roar of the car's engine and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Get into the car quickly! If my brother didn't ask me to pick you up, do you think I would
