Ted stood on the dorm steps and looked up. A long, black limousine pulled up to the curb. Ted checked his wristwatch—7:29. He was impressed. Several dorm residents were either entering or exiting the building. There was a buzz about what the limo was doing there. Ted slowly and self-consciously walked down the steps. This couldn’t be for him. Trace said he’d send a car, not a…”
“Ted?” the driver called out, exiting the vehicle.
“Yeah, that’s me “ Ted answered.
“I’m André. Trace sent me.”
The handsome young man dressed in chauffer’s garb walked around the front of the car and opened the back passenger door, indicating Ted should get inside.
“Have a pleasant ride. There are beverages in the fridge.”
Ted got into the spacious backseat and settled himself against the plush leather uphols
