DALA
The rain sure had comedic timing, calling a ceasefire as soon as it was time to go. I stepped outside the diner, and there was a limousine. An actual black, stretch, windows-too-dark-to-see-anything-inside limousine— same as this morning.
My brain screeched to a halt, my mind on autopilot as I gawked hard, blinking again before turning on my heels to Knox, who had a perfectly crafted smile gracing his face.
“Really? What’s this?”
Knox stood beside it, casually tucking his hands in his pockets, like this wasn’t the most obnoxious display of wealth I’d seen up close, probably second to them having a whole private classroom. His thin, red…luscious lips (if you were me, you’d stare too. He’s stupidly attractive) curled into an infuriatingly smug smile. “Your chariot, obviously.”
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