Dilbert Walker, however, seemed mentally prepared and spoke without any awkwardness, "Miss Bardot, I believe Miss Ella told me to pick you up, is that correct?"
"... Yes." Yolanda's voice tightened.
Her heartbeat quickened, as if she was meeting a long-lost lover.
Indeed, since coming back to her homeland, she lost all contact with Dilbert.
Like two parallel lines that never intersect...
"Please get in the car, Miss Bardot."
Maintaining his habitual politeness, Walker opened the rear door for her. Yolanda thanked him and passed by him, a gust of wind whipping her hair, brushing directly across his face.
Carrying the scent of her Herbal Essence shampoo.
Invading his sense of smell!
Dilbert paused for a few seconds before casually remarking, "Miss Bardot, your new hairstyle suits you well."
"..." Yolanda's cheeks flushed pink suddenly.
She got into the car, giving him a slight nod, "Thank you for the compliment, Dilbert."
Conversation as plain as water.
