(Angela’s POV)
"You know, you drive like someone who’s late to an occasion they weren’t even invited to," I said, in a playful manner as I looked at William from the passenger seat.
He let out a gentle chuckle, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. “You’re just nervous, and I don’t blame you. After all, it’s been weeks since you drove. And now you’ve developed this thing for being overly cautious, or am I wrong?”
“I’m not really nervous,” I said, but my fingers gave me away, curling tighter around the edge of the leather seat. “I just think Los Angeles drivers have a hard time reading road signs, and so once I’m on the road, I have to think for myself and for them too.”
His laugh was warm this time, genuinely endearing. “Fair enough. I rest my case.” He said.
It had been a month
