"Wait, isn't that your father's taxi?" she asked and I nodded in response. "Who's the man in the driver's seat? He's so handsome! Is that your boyfriend?"
I didn't know what to answer so I just forced myself to smile even though my forehead was slightly furrowed.
"Ahmn, he's my ... he's my—"
"I think I saw him where! Hmn? I can't remember where," she said with a good thought.
"I think it's impossible because he's only just been to this place," I said turning to look at Rye before turning back to Mrs. Henarez. "Maybe you have just mistaken the models in magazines or televisions. Anyway, we have to leave! Thank you very much again!"
"Oh, maybe you're right! Okay, go ahead! Thank you too," she said and I waved goodbye to her.
I went back to the taxi and sat down next t
