"Who is that?" Evelyn asked, gripping the shopping bags.
Zayne introduced, "That's my personal driver, Enzo. He'll drive you home."
She furrowed her brows, rather more confused when the said driver walked up to her and collected the bags from her. He proceeded to load them into the car.
"Wait wait." She glanced at Zayne. "Aren't you coming home with me?"
"No. I have an important meeting to attend," Zayne said.
"B-but you can't do that."
"What do you mean?"
She approached closer to him, grabbing his hand. "Zayne, what if I die?"
"You're heading home straight. No one will hurt you—"
"But they could?" She begged with her gaze. "I may not know how to fight or even use a gun, but I don't have the survival instincts of a cookie! Someone's been watching us since morning, even you could tell. Why are you asking me to go home alone now?"
"I have a meeting to attend—"
"Let me come with you then."
