But she walked around to his side and motioned for him to open the window, which he did, even though he didn’t want to. What now, what now, what now? Meeting his eyes, she said, “Thank you for driving me. And about the looking ...” Her lips curved into a smile that was almost shy. “You can look at me however long you like. I don’t mind it. Good-bye, Anh Khải.” She turned around and strode toward the restaurant’s front door, ponytail bobbing with each step. He was free, but he let the car idle there. He was still sleep deprived, still completely off routine and irritated as hell, his head still
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