"Alright, alright, I believe you. You get to be the driver today." She sat in the front passenger seat.
As soon as she sat down, she felt something warm touch her hand.
She turned her head to see a cup of hot milk tea with a Chinese logo on it.
"Try it; it's from a very popular milk tea shop near our school's south gate. It's a brand from our country, and the owner is from River City, very talkative," Martin said as he zipped up his backpack, placed it in the back, and started the car.
Sarah looked at the milk tea in her hand, and the warmth from the cup seemed to instantly travel from her palm to her heart, making it tingle slightly.
Yesterday, she casually mentioned wanting milk tea, and today he made a special effort to buy it for her.
"Do you regret not opening my backpack just now?" Martin laughed, glancing at her sipping the milk tea and nibbling on the straw; she was really cute.
