Well.
No matter what, it's getting interesting now.
A sudden realization flashed through her eyes, allowing the new driver to see her slight nod in the rearview mirror. Flossie Wright didn't continue her inquiries, she turned her gaze outside the window instead. She looked at the snowflakes swirling in the air, which blurred the bustling city.
They were stuck in traffic. Half an hour late, the new driver eventually pulled up at the entrance of the Coffee House.
"Miss, you go on, I will wait for you nearby."
The new driver leaned toward Flossie Wright, a look of worry and guilt surfacing on his sincere face, as if feeling apologetic for her delayed arrival.
Opening the car door, cold wind rushed in, Flossie paused slightly and glanced at him, responding flatly, "No need, I'll return on my own."
Having said that, she got out of the car, and with her high-heeled shoes she elegantly walked into the Coffee House.
