Wendy looked at the car, then at Clement. Lowering her head, she seemed to be contemplating something.
Then, she looked up and asked, "Sir, must I take your car today?"
"Yes, my lady. Your boyfriend might have no qualms about letting a beautiful woman such as you go home by yourself, but I cannot allow that." Clement's voice gentled a notch, "This may be a busy street but cabs are not allowed to stop here. You will not be able to flag one down even if you continue for another half an hour. Taking a ride from me is your best option."
"All right." Wendy finally gave in.
She took a deep breath and walked toward the car with her heels in her hands.
However, she did not get into the front passenger seat. Instead, she headed for the back door.
"Thank you for offering me a ride home, but the front passenger seat is for your wife.
It's not appropriate for me to take that seat. I'll sit at the back."
"I am not married." Clement replied.
