Once outside, they took a car and went deeper into the city. This time around, it was Lucas who was driving, and it was also him who owned the car. Their situation could be said to have been reversed, compared to that time in Argentina, as he was also the one who knew the city better.
At least he should, given that it belonged to him.
On the passenger seat, the only other seat in the car, Christina was trying to hide her embarrassment. A girlish side of hers was exposing itself from underneath her maturity made more prominent with the impending motherhood.
Looking at what she was wearing, she had to stop herself from blowing out the door of one of the most exclusive cars on the planet to go get a change of clothes.
How could she attend what could be called a date with an appearance other than her best one? The brute force options opened to her by her status as an evolver were looking too enticing as time went by.
