Brandon cowered behind, his voice locked in his throat, while Bennett was sweating bullets. Ms. Josefina's mind was like a steel trap; nothing slipped past her keen eyes.
Oliver peeled a boiled egg and placed it on her plate. "What's up?"
Frowning, Josefina muttered, "The weather's off. I checked the forecast yesterday, and it was supposed to be sunny today. But now it seems like it's drizzling outside." She'd agreed to Luke's get-together. Was it going to be a washout?
With a doting tone, Oliver said, "Let's roll with the punches. Even if it rains, there will be a moment when the sun shines through. I heard you're into sports. How about I show you our home gym later?"
Bennett approached from the elevator, speaking respectfully, "Ms. Josefina, the weather seems iffy, like it's going to rain. If you're bored after breakfast, we've got badminton, volleyball, even soccer and basketball courts at the house."
Josefina sighed. Was the weather really that unpredictable?
She set down her cutlery and decided, "I should head home before it starts pouring."
As she stood and walked out, carrying the clothes she'd changed out of the day before, Oliver quickly followed. He barely made it to the door when a torrential downpour began outside.
Josefina was completely surprised. A perfectly fine day suddenly turned into this? The weather seemed eerily abnormal!
"Ms. Josefina, look at the rain. Why don't you stay a bit longer until it stops?" Bennett urged, genuinely concerned.
Josefina was firm. "No need, I can drive myself home."
"But," Bennett continued regretfully, "unfortunately, all the cars are out for maintenance."
"Not a single one left?"
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