Amy watched Jim as he put on a black hat and a black mask. Amy suddenly realized that it must be hard for Jim to take her home.
He is an idol, after all.
"Is it really okay for you to drive me home? I can call my driver to pick me up," Amy said, taking her phone out of her purse. It was dead.
Jim saw that her phone was unusable; to this, Jim said, "you have unfortunate luck with needing a phone." He grinned.
"And that makes me the lucky one," Jim whispered under his breath, giggling.
"What did you say about me and my phone?" Amy lifted one eyebrow as she had not heard what Jim was saying.
"Haha. I said I'm lucky," Jim teased Amy as he walked toward his room.
When he got out, Jim held a camo bomber jacket, a black hat, and a black mask.
"Here, wear this. I don't want other people seeing you in my shirt and making assumptions," Jim said slyly.
Amy blushed and hurried to take the jacket in Jim's hand. She then grabbed the hat and put on the mask.
