So, that day, a cab driver asked me if I’m studying or working.
And that was enough to brighten me up for the rest of the day.
HEE. :D
And I went back to Matt and bugged him about how young I could possibly look.
“18? 18?”
“Hmmm, 21?”
“18??”
“Hmmm no… I think 21 is probably the youngest…”
Tsk.
I prefer the cab driver.
