Oliver Bloom stood by the roadside, preparing to call the driver.
The girl was still persistent, suggesting once more, "How about I be your driver? Consider it as paying back what I owe you."
Oliver Bloom's lips curled up slightly, "It's illegal for a minor to drive."
The girl proudly took a driver's license from her small satchel, "I just passed last month, fresh and hot!"
The phone he just lifted was slowly put down.
Waiting for the driver would take at least another half hour, and the wait was annoying. Oliver Bloom tossed the car keys to the girl. A silver arc glided through the air, and the girl caught it nimbly, immediately surprised.
"Wow, it's a luxury car. What if I scrape it?"
"Then you'll owe me more than a thousand bucks."
Oliver Bloom opened the car door first and sat in the back seat, really treating her as a driver.
The girl gingerly sat in the driver's seat, studying for a while before she found the start button.
