Lisa’s POV
"Are you getting in, or will you keep moping around like it’s your first time seeing me?"
Ronan leaned out the window just enough for his smirk to be visible, his voice dipping with that effortless blend of sarcasm and smoothness he probably rehearsed to perfection before uttering a word.
I crossed my arms, raising a brow. "Wow. Is this what passes for charm these days? Should I be swooning?"
"You should be getting in the car. Thought that was clear."
“Obviously not clear enough.”
"Why are you even here?" I asked, failing to hide the curiosity in my voice.
"You’ll only find out," he said, casually drumming his fingers on the wheel, "when you get in."
"Ouuu, so mysterioussss. I might faint."
"Or miss your chance. Who knows?"
I paused. "Chance at what?"
"When you get in
