BELLE

“So where are we going?” I asked Grayson when we stepped out the doors of the hotel lobby.

“Well, first we need a cab,” Grayson said. He walked in the direction of the street and hailed a taxi with ease.

“Wait, why don’t we just walk? It’s a really nice night,” I said as a cab pulled up.

Grayson opened the taxi door for me. “We are on a tight schedule, love.” He motioned me in.

Not seeing the point of arguing, I got into the car, and Grayson followed behind me.

He had a plan.

The driver said something to us in French, which I assumed was him...