Dylan pulled over in front of Clara's hotel, she alighted and bade him goodbye before going into the hotel hurriedly.

Dylan glanced briefly at Louisa through the rearview mirror. "When do you plan to get off?"

"I don't see my apartment in sight" she replied back.

"do you think that I'm your driver?" he mumbled and started the car which moved at a slow pace.

"You are on the driver's seat I bet you can answer that question yourself!"

Dylan stepped on the brakes and the car came to an abrupt stop.

Louisa looked out of the windshield, she wasn't anywhere near her apartment yet. "Why did you stop?"

Dylan...