Samantha’s POV.
It’s late and the sky had that deep orange colour that it has in the evenings.
The air was cool, as I walked. I adjusted the strap of my bag bobbing my head to the music from my headset.
Then I heard a car horn.
I shifted to the side without turning back.
Then I heard it again.
Then I turned.
A sleek silver Audi rolled to a stop beside me. The window lowered halfway and Mr. Trent poked his head out.
“Need a ride home?”
I hesitated pulling out an earbud. “It’s fine. I’m almost there.”
He smiled. It’s late, Samantha. Get in. I won’t tell your mom you almost declined.”
I chewed my lip for a second but opened the door anyway.
The car smelled like leather and cologne. My hand brushed the dashboard smooth and clean. I might not know much about cars but what I
