Men and their cars—was a love affair as old as time, or so they say. Skyler would never dare to touch Zavier's ride without his express permission. She chuckled. "I've only just turned eighteen recently, and still haven't got my driver's license. But no worries, I had a hearty breakfast this morning. A walk will do me good. It will help me digest."
Marissa nodded in understanding. "Alright, just give me a ring if you need anything."
"Thanks a bunch!" Skyler replied with a grateful smile.
...
Little did Skyler expect that walking out of the suburban neighborhood would take much longer than she had anticipated, almost a whole half hour more.
Once she made it out, she whipped out her phone to call an Uber. True to Marissa's word, catching a ride wasn't easy here, and she ended up waiting nearly another half hour before a driver finally accepted her request.d2
By the time she got into the car, it was already noon. The ride was smooth sailing from there on, and she arrived at her destination in about half an hour.
Stepping out of the car, Skyler popped into the first diner she saw to grab a quick lunch before heading to her music audition.
The receptionist at the company was all smiles and politeness, directing Skyler to the right floor and even escorting her to the elevator. "Skyler, you're heading to room 806 on the eighth floor."
"Got it, thanks," Skyler replied.
Upon reaching the eighth floor, a quick right turn brought her to room 806. She knocked on the door and, hearing an invitation to enter, pushed the door open. "Hello, is this Braiden's office?"
The man at the desk looked up, taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered with a friendly, "Miss Skyler, you are quite the sight for sore eyes!"
"Thank you kindly," Skyler responded with a polite smile.
Braiden cleared his throat. "Please, have a seat!"
Settling across from him, Skyler awaited his next words.
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