After dinner, Brett offered to drive Elizabeth home.
As she was about to give him the address, Elizabeth hesitated. She instinctively wanted to give the address of the coffee shop instead of her actual place.
For some reason, she didn't want Brett to know where she lived. It felt like her place didn't match his class at all. But realizing her own thoughts, Elizabeth chuckled.
'Why does it even matter if it matches or not? What am I even thinking?'
Quickly shaking off the thought, she gave him her address. Brett glanced down, pulling up the navigation on his phone. As he turned slightly, Elizabeth was fastening her seatbelt, her soft hair falling gracefully over her shoulder. In the dim light, her profile looked both cool and gentle.
Brett glanced at her for a moment, then tu
