My lips are tightly sealed while sitting at the back seat of Aziel’s SUV. On the other hand, Lindsay is still casual and carefree. I barely move as I keep my eyes on the side of the road. I don’t want to look forward anymore. I can’t stop glancing at him and see him looking at me through the rear view mirror.
After my car failed me just a few minutes ago, Aziel quickly responded and offered once again to drive us to our appointments. Although I don’t really want to be our chauffeur for a very obvious reason, I hate to admit but having him driving us around will be very convenient, especially when Lindsay’s designer’s shop is out of town.
Riding the bus will also take us a lot of time. We can take Uber or Lyft but since Aziel is already there at the scene, we just decided to ride with hi
