Sara's POV
As the function ended, I changed out of my graduation gown and made my way to the bus station.
The bus stop was empty, the occasional gust of wind brushing through the deserted street. I glanced at the time. The next bus wouldn’t be here for a while. With a sigh, I shifted my bag over my shoulder, trying to ignore the exhaustion creeping in.
Suddenly, a loud honk startled me. I turned to see a sleek black sports car pulling up, its engine humming smoothly. The tinted window lowered, revealing the last person I wanted to see.
Ronan.
"Get in," he commanded, his deep voice cutting through the air.
I froze, my eyes narrowing. "What?"
"No bus is coming now," he said, his gaze locked on mine. "Are you getting in or not?"
I hesitated, my pride battling with the practical choice
