"Camila, wait!" Antonio yelled.

Meanwhile, Camila was already at the gate, practically flying, as if her legs were made of lightning.

Antonio caught up to her just in time and grabbed her arm. She sighed, and then, without even turning around, she said, "I'm going home, Antonio."

"I know," he responded. "Let me drive you."

"No thanks, I'll just call my driver," she mumbled, not looking at him.

"I insist," he pressed, and Camila finally glanced at him, shaking her head. "No."

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