Sophie came out of Lawrence and Associates office with light steps. She spotted the red Lambo—totally not a hard thing to do, opening the passenger side of the door and sitting wordlessly. Oliver, who was on the phone just a moment ago, immediately assumed a straight posture, hands ready at the steering wheel.
“Where should we go now, ma’am?” he said playfully.
“I don’t know. I’m in a good mood. Where should we go?” she asked, putting the seatbelt on.
“Well, you’re the New Yorker! You pick.”
Sophie went silent for a moment, thinking. “Are you hungry? It’s time for lunch, right?”
“I actually am,” Oliver nodded. “So, lunch?”
“Lunch,” Sophie nodded back. “I’ll set the destination,” she said, putting in their route in the dashboard system. The navigation system started shortly after, and
