"What's wrong?" Zachary asked.

I stared ahead, still in disbelief. "I think I know that woman, if I’m not mistaken."

Zachary reached for the car door. "Then let’s go check it out.”

I grabbed his hand. "Better not. It’s getting late."

He smiled nonchalantly, but then leaned in, his voice teasing. "You know, that woman really knows how to act. If you know her, why not learn to act somehow sweet and clingy like her? Isn’t it ...