The sky was dark. And I didn't recognize who it was at once.
When I was about to ask who it was, the man took a step forward.
With confusion on my face, I asked, "Roger Lance?"
"How could it be him?"
"What are you doing? Do you think I liked to pick you up in the middle of the night?"
Roger's expression was similar to mine. He took out the key of his car, pointed at a high-end sports car not far away, and pressed the key. Then he said, "Get on the car quickly. I have to attend a party later."
"Thank you. I can go back home by myself."
I, who didn't have a good impression of Roger, didn't want to stay with him.