I drive very slowly and carefully, but unfortunately, almost hesitantly, and he reproofs me for it. Go, go, some more go. We come back. My mom gets up to let me sit down, but that embarrasses me, I don't want to take the seat from her. My mom, Nam, and I stand around awkwardly around the chair for a moment.
Mom looks at the time.
She makes me get up, and takes the chair back to the car. I lean against the glass door. The boy next to me, who has been watching, starts talking to his mom in his Mandarin dialect of Chinese, which I don't understand. I knew what he was saying, though. His beautiful mother and I are left standing next to each other, leaning against the glass doors.