Dylan took a hand from the steering wheel to scratch the back of his head, "Well, the woman I'm supposedly engaged to is coming here from France sometime this week."
I slowly nodded, slightly curious as to where where he was going with this, "And..."
"And I need to make a good impression on her or else my Mom is going to kill me, like literally kill me, " he continued.
I folded my arms, "Okay...but what does you making a good impression on her have to do with me?"
He ran his hand through his hair, "Remember that favor you owed me."
I was really hoping he forgot.
I nodded and he continued, "I want to use that favor now."
"Can you just get to the point please, all this beating around the bush is annoying and kind of frustrating."