You were waving at your older brother, who was leaving for Canada for medical studies. He told Nicholas to take care of you, knowing you and him couldn't stand each other. But it was his best friend, and he was trusting you. But you doubted there could be a trustful person under his playboy and I-don't-care attitude. You raised your eyes on his, dark brown. He put a hand in his blonde hair.

I drive you home.

It was obvious that he didn't want this situation to happen either. He was so sarcastic. All the time. You followed him to the parking and he stopped hearing you stumble upon a manhole cover. You said sorry but he glared at you, sarcastically

Can't even work properly?