"Good afternoon," The young man greeted. I stood up confused, I've never seen him before. He had a gentle smile on his face, so that put me at ease—a little bit.

"Afternoon," I stood up. "Sorry, who are you?"

"Oh." He chuckled. "Sorry," he said. "I'm Stephan, Gideon's driver."

"Driver?" I exclaimed. He looked nothing like a driver, if I had met him on the roads any other day, never would I have thought he was a driver.

He gave a small laugh, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Gideon asked me to come get you."

"Oh." I stood up quickly. Here I was thinking Gideon would come get...