Mia's POV:

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little floored by this gesture. There were enough flowers to start a whole shop outside my door and now, the driver.

“Oh, yes!” Melanie squealed. “Look at you, you're so lucky.”

I raised a brow at her. “What do you mean ‘me’? We're both riding to work.” I corrected her.

Her face immediately flushed and she shook her hand in front of me. “Oh, no, I couldn't do that.” She chuckled nervously.

“Well, I insist. Anywhere ...