When I sat back at my seat, Dela Vega was beside me. And we had a conversation.
Dela Vega: Hey, Erica! Mrs. L said that you are beautiful!
Me: really? I didn't hear her say that.
DV: Oh, come on! She really said that while looking at your ID
me: nah .. not a chance
DV: I swear, she did! (raising his voice louder)
me: not believeng.
DV: yes, she did!
me: no, she didn't!
Me: Ok fine I'm beautiful. Why do you have to use Mrs. L's name to tell me I'm pretty?
He didn't see that coming!