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oked up and smiled at him, maintaining that guest and receptionist air but genuinely happy to see him. He lifted h

is direction. He was so in command of everything he did. He was exactly what a m

ey

the same manner he had

counter high above to receive a high-five. She clapped him back

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diner across

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e not knowing would give him a ride s

these days kno

esktop to look at him. The li

the song that says 'Young, dumb and broke'

udying, a luxury the front desk had allowed her when he held her hand. Fi

out. I'll meet you there." Then he let go of her hand. Tracy's head wa

nything to say

y so quietly or she had been too engrossed in herself to notice when he had done so. She just hoped that he was joking but one part of her mind told

Then she shook it off. She shouldn't be expecting anything, he was just a hotel user. Then she got out and she heard a car honk at her.

ur way? Or do you have

of the driver. It was he. Mr

s, I have a problem with you. You sho

ver stunt he had pulled. She drew back. Then he s

east not often. So who cared if nothing goes on between them? Who cared what people may say? Who cared whether this young handsome man just needed her company? Whatever reason it was, she was convinced to go enj

e proceeded to collect her bags and place it in the car. Then he turned to face her, expecting an answe

no

re there for a reason. Consent in words. I

ed at the

you with yo

before joining her and zooming off. She felt as if she was in a plane. This is what she called a ride. Compared to the cabs and the vbuses

was parking. The ambiance outside was nice and she was f

, transfixed to a spot,