"Where does he want to meet?"
"At the parking lot. He wants to meet there."
"Which one?"
"It should be the VIP lot over there; I'm sure he won't be in a crowded place."
"Alright, I'll wait. Go to him," I smiled. "And try to win his heart."
"Do you want me to go alone?"
"Yes. You should see him alone."
"No, I'm too nervous; I can't do that. Come with me, please."
"I'll be like a third wheel; I don't want that," I frowned.
"No, you won't. I'll introduce you to him."
"No, please."
"Come with me, I'm serious." She grabbed my hand and approached a sales attendant.
"Where can I find the VIP parking lot?"
"Over there."
"Thank you." Ruby dragged me to the parking lot.
"Over here," the president's son called once we went in.
"I'll stay here; speak to him."
"But he's not alone. His guards are with him," she complained.
"They won't bite you, or you can ask him to come here."
"Should I do that?"
