I even remember Cedric's words clearly, despite his face being partially covered by the cap. I don't know what he meant. Embarrassed? I'm the one who should be embarrassed! Not him! It just makes me angry!

"I won't let you do anything strange, Miss."

I pout. Especially when we arrive at the parking slot, annoyingly, he opens the car door for me, makes sure I wear my seatbelt, and adjusts the seat to make me comfortable. I don't want to thank him for his actions. This is my car, after all.

I spend the time during the drive replying to incoming messages. It's not that I didn't want to reply...