"This is new." Cosette smacked her lips as she cocked her head to the driver's seat. "I was expecting that your driver is waiting for you somewhere."
Asher's lips curled up, eyes fixed on the road. "I didn't want some disturbance. After all, my friend is usually busy, so our time together is precious."
"How did you know I wouldn't have a ride?"
"Because you always commute."
"How did you know that?"
Asher took a deliberate pause as he recalled how he knew her patterns. "I studied you."
"What?"
"I observed you from afar. You can call it stalking."
"What?" Cosette repeated, but this time, in a tone of disbelief. "Did you just say stalking?"
