*~*Rika's POV*~*
Andre had a car waiting for us at the curb. He had parked it in the place for the building where the residents usually got into their taxis. Because he was the doorman of the building, he knew that they weren't going to have it towed on him. That was confident of him, but I guess that it was true as well.
He was being a perfect gentleman. He opened the door for me and helped me inside the low sportscar. He had nicer clothes and a car than I would have thought for someone that worked as a doorman. Then again, he might just be working to work, like my parents do. They don't need separate jobs, but they have them anyway. And the same was true with Uncle Dietrich.
"Andre?" I called out to him as he slid in behind the wheel and buckled his restraining belt. He still followed the law, even if a car accident wouldn't hurt him.
"Yes, Rika?" He smiled at me as he started the engine. It roared to life before purring loudly.
