I chose to sit behind the driver's seat, which was the safest. I was used to being extra alert whenever I was around people who knew Amelie Poole.
"There's a towel behind you. You can dry yourself first with it. It's really sad to see you in such state!" Benjamin heard me sneeze and teased.
I silently dried my hair with the towel and thanked him.
Benjamin was a conversationist. Gradually, I let my guard down and gave him short responses. But logically speaking, people like him didn't need to be so keen to please a nobody like me.
I didn't have the resources he wanted, neither beauty nor money.
"Miss Cervantes, we'll meet again soon!" Benjamin said that when he dropped me off. I thought he was being polite. It wasn't until I met him later that I realised there were things that I couldn
