As planned, the chauffeur is patiently waiting for me by the car, casually leaning against it. His eyes met mine. I hadn’t noticed earlier but he has a scar on his left check. As I walked towards him he smiled at me and opened the door. I took a quick look around, making sure nobody’s watching. A Limousine with chauffeur is a little immodest.
“Thank you Joseph.”
I stepped into the Limousine sighing. My heart was still. I took one last look at the bar, through the window. I wonder who that girl was…
“If you wish for fresh water, you have a bottle at your disposal.” Joseph told me and I looked in front declining politely. I saw him setting something on the navigator.
“I live at…”
“Yes I know.” He cut me mid-sentence.
Eh? How come he knows? ... I don’t remember giving
