A flicker of hesitation crossed Andrew's face as he crouched to pick up the bank card, his expression tinged with apology. "That's not what I meant. I just felt bad for getting your clothes dirty, and I wanted to make it up to you."
Claire rolled her eyes dramatically. "Dirty clothes can just be washed, can't they? I called you over to tell you to drive slower next time!"
The way he sped around, you'd think he had a death wish.
Andrew looked momentarily stunned, as though he wanted to respond, but Claire had already wiped her clothes with a quick, careless motion and stormed off without so much as a glance back.
"Hey, I..."
Andrew started to call after her, but Claire didn't even flinch, as if she hadn't heard a thing.
A spark of amusement flickered in Andrew's eyes.
He
