The next morning...
Lea: Bye, Mr. Don Salva. I know it’s a Saturday, but I wanna go for shopping.
The Don: Alright. Goodbye, daughter. Break no rules and continue to make me proud.
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Lea smiled and closed the door behind her. She walked up to the garden driveway, smiled and called Dante’s number. Dante soon pulled up with a 2016 Nissan Centra SR, the baddest ‘small car’ of the decade. Lea’s mouth opened in surprise. She walked up to the car and Dante’s window went down.
Dante: Surprised at my car, eh?
Lea: Yeah, I never knew you had this cool car. Honestly, why didn’t you use this one yesterday?
Dante: Well, I took this one to the dealer’s mechanic two days ago. I just went to retrieve it from them. (exhales) Get in, baby.
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Lea got in the car and fastened her seatbelt.
Lea: So, where’s your seatbelt?
Dante: Haven’t I told you already, baby?
Lea: Yeah, you love danger. Well, one day, danger may give you a smack in the face.
Dante: Really? Huh.
Lea: I have noticed something.
Dante: What, baby?
Lea: The seatbelts are easier to fasten in this car.
Dante: Really? This car’s quite new, so I’ve never really tried fastening the seatbelts to see if they’re easy to fasten. I don’t wanna try mine either, if that’s what you wanna say.
Lea: (unfastens her seatbelt) Fine. Then fasten mine. See how easy it is to fasten since you don’t quite believe me.
Dante: But...
Lea: Just do it.
Dante: My favourite brand of shoes’ slogan. Alright. (gets up and hovers over Lea) Let’s fasten your seatbelt.
Lea: Take it slow. You may get dust in my eyes if you pull it too hard.
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Dante pulled the seatbelt slowly, one hand actually pulling it, the other guiding it toward Lea’s waist area to its seat holder. When he pulled the seatbelt to its holder, it made a clicking sound and his right hand accidentally touched Lea’s waist. Her skin is so smooth, he noticed. He was about to raise his hand from there, but Lea’s hand clasped on his, locking it in place. With her other hand, she took his left hand and placed it on the other side of her waist.
Dante: Um...what are you doing?
Lea: What do you think I’m doing?
Dante: Well, Lea, I don’ t know you to be like this.
Lea: (presses his hands firmer on her waist) Well, I guess I am like this. (She pulls Dante’s shirt and he bounces forward, his lips almost touching hers)
Dante: Lea, don’t do this. Please...
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Lea: Dante? Dante!
Dante: (wakes up from his daydream) Huh?
Lea: What do you mean ‘huh’? Your eyes were wide open and you were as still as a non-living object! Wait, were you...daydreaming?
Dante: Let’s just go. (sparks the car and starts to drive. An awkward silence prevailed between them as he continued to drive, Lea making weird faces. Suddenly, she broke the silence.)
Lea: So, what was the daydream about?
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Dante suddenly choked on his spit, steered the car to the end of the lane and parked. He leaned on the steering wheel.
Lea: Why? What’s wrong? We have to go to the boutique, forgotten? For Samson’s fashion tips? Why have you parked?
Dante: Please stop. Stop. Let me calibrate myself.
Lea: Stop what?
Dante: Stop asking me incessant questions.
Lea: But what have I...?
Dante: I said, stop asking me incessant questions! Can you just keep shut?!
Lea: Looks like someone had a bad daydream.
Dante: Lea, I’m sorry...
Lea: Save it. I’m going to the Boutique myself. Send me the fashion tips. (unfastens seatbelt and opens the door)
Dante: (holds her wrist) Lea, please. I’m sorry...
Lea: Why do you ask for my forgiveness? You’ve shown me you. That you don’t want me around and taking me to the Boutique is a hassle for you. (struggles and frees her wrist) You should’ve just told me that. (gets out of the car and hails a taxi. The taxi stops and she gets in. Dante watches as the taxi drives past him with Lea inside. He studied the taxi carefully and wrote the car plate’s number down. Just in case. He sighed.)
Dante: Oh, Dante, you’re so stupid! Why would you dream of her like that? Lea would never try to do such a thing! Why would you shout at her like that? I really need to start stress management lessons. Should I follow her? Or not? I should. I can’t let her go to the Boutique alone.
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Dante revved up his car and drove to the Boutique.
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and then Add to home screen.