I frowned at him.
"Is that an order?"
He did not seem bothered by my tone at all. He simply looked at me through the open window, with one arm still resting loosely on the steering wheel.
"I'm guessing you're having difficulty booking a ride," he said calmly.
My brows pulled together immediately.
"It's none of your business," I replied. "I’ll wait for a taxi."
His eyes flicked briefly toward the phone in my hand where the screen was still glowing.
He looked back at me again. "Are you always this way?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What way?"
He studied me for a moment. There was that same look again, the one he had used in his office earlier. Like he was quietly observing something about me.
"You know what I’m talking about... Stubborn."
I crossed my arms.
"Did you stalk me or so
