Anna's POV:

The car is expensive. Leather seats. New car smell. Everything about it screams money and power.

I sit rigid in the passenger seat. Hyper-aware of him beside me.

"So." He glances over. "How was it?"

Heat floods my face. "How was—what?"

"The interview. For the restaurant job." His mouth curves. "Were you actually there for that, or were you stalking me?"

"I was interviewing!" I smack his arm. ...