The car came to a smooth stop in front of Mira’s house. Sheila stepped out, stretching a few bills toward the driver, who was still staring at her, looking almost dazed.
"No, I can’t take it, ma’am," he said, shaking his head.
She frowned. "Why not? I boarded you, didn’t I?"
He hesitated, like he was debating something in his head.
"Oh, it’s not enough?" she asked, misinterpreting his silence. "How much was the ride from the hotel? You never told me the price—I just assumed this would cover it."
The driver let out a short chuckle. "Hotel?"
Sheila arched a brow. "Yes. How much is it?"
"Well, ma’am… it's on the house. First-timers get a free ride—it’s a company policy."
Sheila nodded, impressed. "Ohh. Didn’t know that. I’ll make sure to leave a five-star review. What’s the hotel call
