"So, the bike rider dropped the lady and her kids at the front of the small house. She walked towards the door and knocked, and then an old woman opened the door. She greeted the woman, but Grandma didn't understand English, only their native language, so they called some youth who understood English, but Grandma kept looking at the first child strangely."
The car slowed before coming to a stop in front of Fiona's apartment. Justin shifted the gear into park and turned towards Fiona with a gentle smile.
"We're home."
"Please," Fiona pleaded, "finish the story."
"Hahaha, you don't want to go in again."
Her eyes shone with curiosity.
"I will go, but I need to hear this story."
He leaned back on his seat.
"Okay, let's continue the story."
