Odds...

"Good at automatic or manual?"

I called at him from the backseat of the Maybach. He looked at me through the rearview. We were already in the car. 

"If there is another type, I would drive it without reading the manuals."

I scoffed,

"Go on. And yes! Do not look at me through the rearview. When you want to talk to me, turn."

He turned and pushed his head down. 

"Where to, ma'am?"

My eyes widened,

"Where did you learn that from?"

"Uhmm... A friend... Nope. Just some random things I've heard driver say."

I didn't believe him yet I found no reason to read supplementary meaning to it. Why was I even thinking of Albert. I could just tell him to look at through the rearview again. I couldn't. 

"Follow the GPS. It'll take you home."

He didn't say a thing and kept on the pace. In less than fifteen minutes, we've gotten to my apartment. He drove into the compound and pulled over in the garage wh

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