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I was in his car, he was driving it by himself, there was no driver to do it. And he was constantly looking at me, I can feel his eyes on me. His side glances the way he was trying everything to make his impact on me. Though we were inside the car so there was no need to timid about his behaviour that's why I was looking outside the window. Looking, at the glorifying yet empty streets of New York ...