Mikhail?!

I stroll inside the car and wait for him to go to the driver's seat. He opens the door and steps inside the driver's seat, he closes the door, starts the engine, and drives to our destination. 

My mouth releases a heavy sigh when the whole journey becomes dready, I don't have someone to talk to. I take a chance to open the car window and the cold freeze hits on my face. I should message my friends in Minnesota but I know that they are very busy at their work. 

I regret that I'm going to distract them if I call one of them. And since it's afternoon in Minnesota, many customers are ordering from our shop. 

'Should I call them or not? I just miss them and want to have someone to talk to.' I thought to myself.

I slide off of the car window and stop the cold breeze rushing inside our car. I grab my shoulder bag beside me and open the zipper. I pick up my phone and open it.