NIRELLE
When I get to the front door, Lucien is waiting with a plastic bag in his hand. When I look down at it, he raises it and tilts his head.
"I asked the staff to pack some breakfast so you can have something to eat," he says before I can ask, and I almost jump at him in appreciation. I had been worried that we would be walking around without any food in our stomachs. "Shall we?" he added, and I nodded, walking towards him. He opened the car door for me and guided me into the car. I sat, and moments later he opened the door and sat inside.
"Have you ever gone out before?" I ask since we are still alone in the car.
"Yes, but I was alone and did not attract any attention to myself, so..." he trailed off. Even though he was not saying anything, I could tell that the experience was not
