As Elon steps out of his car to meet Mia in the street, Mia seethes with anger. He stands inches away from her, opening his mouth and closing it again, unable to get his words out.

“Were you following me?” Mia tries to keep her voice low, not wanting to draw attention to them.

“I—not exactly.” Elon doesn’t meet her gaze.

Mia rolls her eyes, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “Really? You expect me to believe that ...