Unprofessional.

   “This isn’t funny.” Erika was practically on the verge of crying. “What am I suppose to do now? This is all your fault! Who told you to be so… so dramatic?”

   “Alight, it’s my fault. Silly me.” Jeremy chuckled lightly, enjoying the cute childish side of her.

   “Augh! This is no time to be laughing, we’re domed.” She slowly lifted her head, blinking her mesmerizing eyes in a pleading manner as if asking for a quick solution.

   “It’s not too late to call your dad…”

   “No! Then he’ll think I lied, which I didn’t… I just didn’t tell them everything… augh! I might get punished again; you’ll be grumpier when I have to drive you around…” The girl mumbled a series of possible confusing outcomes. Well, it all made sense in her head thinking of her last punishment of changing phones and her entire wardrobe because of pretending to need corrective lens.

    Ignoring her exaggeration,