"Thank you for your lunch, sir." Clara appreciated Steven when they came out of the restaurant.

 

"Don't be formal with me," Steven dictated with a soft smile before opening the car door for her.

 

She simpered witnessing his kindness before getting inside the car. He then shut the car door and came to the driver's seat.

 

"I couldn't believe... He asked me not to be formal with him." She was enthusiastically screaming inside her thoughts.

 

Flashing a nervousness with desire, she interrogated, "If you don't want me to be formal with you, how did I address you?"

 

"Call me Steven," he casually said, starting the engine.

 

Her whole face bloomed...