"I have perfectly functional legs so there's no need to carry me down the car. They're staring at us, especially me!" I yell at him after what he did.
We arrived in a small building, on the second floor, since it was made of glass walls, I can see the interior. It was a small cafe, we decided to find a space down the parking lot. We did, but there are few people, mostly teenagers hanging out. It's going nicely, not until this freak decided it's the right time to joke and so he carried me down his car as if the seat were high. That caused a little scene and for them to look at us.
"You're limping, your legs are shaking a little." he pointed out and I stood up straight.
"I'm going to kick your shin hard later." I warned my mood off the previous days.
"Okay, at least you warned me." h
