It was weird riding with Alicia in the back of the car like mother and daughter.
Carlos, her chauffeur drove us. My nerves were killing me the entire time. Not even the city sights calmed my nerves. Being this close to Alicia was as uncomfortable as being the smelly passenger in a public transport. Outwardly, you will claim not to care, whereas inwardly, you are praying for someone to teleport the transport to the last bus stop.
Even with the air conditioner, the air was stifling, what I wouldn't give to wind down the window, but Alicia didn't want her hair one strand out of place, so the morning breeze was a no no.
It was already bad enough that being this close to Alicia was making my heart hammer like crazy. And then there was what could happen when we got to our location. Honestly, it was like dread upon dread, killing me as fast as the speed of the car.
