Third Person's POV
"If you don't like her, I can have her leave," Cliff said.
"Even without Genevieve, others would come," Vanya replied indifferently. "She's no threat to me. No harm in keeping her around."
Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Cliff pursed his lips. He reached to fasten her seatbelt but paused mid-motion, sensing her instinctive flinch.
"You're afraid of me," he said.
"No, I'm not," Vanya answered briskly.
"Then why do you keep dodging me?" Cliff was puzzled. What had he done to make her so averse to contact?
Vanya frowned. "You're overthinking. I'm just not used to it. Nothing more."
"I'll help you get used to it," Cliff said.
He started the car. Vanya realized they weren't heading to the usual business district and asked, "Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you shopp
