Dating a Poor Girl… Who's Actually Rich
Kevin smiled at me and said, "You're the food delivery guy from earlier, aren't you? Since my girlfriend soiled your clothes just now, and you scratched my car this time, we'll just call it even, alright? You can just leave."
Irene then glanced at me momentarily and said in a cold voice, "Since my boyfriend's already said the word, then hurry up and get out of my face! You're not going to be this lucky next time!"
She probably couldn't recognize me because I always wore a mask on my face and pulled my cap low over my eyes when doing deliveries.
Then, she started up her car and drove off. I sat on my scooter bike, watching her car roar off in the distance and noticing her vintage car license