They arrived at the venue thirty minutes later than intended. Why? Because Rose was too afraid to drive close to the speed limit and insisted on stopping at intersections right before the lights would turn orange.
This was excluding the times the car stalled because she couldn’t get a proper handle on the clutch and the acceleration.
It was safe to say that Xander was infuriated with her driving.
“I shouldn’t have offered you drive,” he said, opening the door. She pouted, embarrassed.
“Then it’s a good thing that you’re driving us back. There’s a reason why I always have someone driving me around,” she bemoaned his mean comment and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
She reached picked up her purse and opened the door, too. The venue was different from the city. It was a countryside
