The area where the Los Angeles mansions are located is essentially known for having few cars, few people, and few houses.
The schoolgirl, dressed in her uniform, stood alone by the roadside, her right hand extended with her thumb up, waving at Martin.
Martin had seen her once before; he stopped the car beside her and wound down the passenger-side window.
The girl bent over to look inside, confirmed that she hadn't mistaken the person, and waved at Martin, "Hey, handsome, we've met before."
Martin glanced at the slightly chubby-faced girl and asked, "Are you Elizabeth from the Olsen family?"
Elizabeth Olsen smiled sweetly, "Are you going to Louise's place? Can you drop me off at home on your way?"
Martin opened the passenger door, "Get in."
Elizabeth got into the car and placed her backpack on her lap, "Thank you."
Martin drove and said, "You just flag down cars like that? Aren't you afraid of running into bad people?"
