The taxi driver stared at her for a moment and nodded, saying, "My daughter really likes you. She says she's your fan. Ms. Joanna, you are indeed very beautiful, even more so than in photos. No wonder my daughter likes you so much."
Joanna: "..."
She blushed a bit at the compliment, "Ahem, thank you, uncle."
"Ms. Joanna, can you give me your autograph?" The taxi driver scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "I want to get one for my daughter. Her birthday is tomorrow, and I think she would be thrilled to receive your autograph."
Joanna looked at the shy taxi driver, suddenly feeling guilty for mistaking his intentions earlier.
"Of course," she immediately nodded, "You want an autograph, right? No problem. I have a pen here. Where should I sign?"
