On the other side, Elowen was huffing and puffing as she tried to shove her boss into the backseat. But the drunken Ronan stuck one arm on the door frame, resisting going inside.

Out of breath, Elowen paused and asked, "Ronan, what’s wrong?"

"I... feel carsick. I want to sit in the front," Ronan slurred, his cheeks flushed, his peach blossom eyes glassy as he gazed at Elowen.

Without thinking much, Elowen simply said, "Oh," then helped him to the passenger ...