“It’s about time,” Brooklyn said as we took our seats on either side of the circular booth—me next to Scarlett, Vincent next to Brooklyn. Carina sat smack dab in the middle, her eyes glued to something on her phone. “Did you two enjoy your ride so much you extended it?” “Don’t push it, Blondie,” Vincent said. “You’re cute, but not that cute.” She smirked. “Was that why you wanted to ride with me earlier?” “No, that was because I was already in a charitable mood and wanted to extend my generosity to you.”
