ART GALLERY

POV GREY

As we made our way out of the gallery, Marceline stopped one of the staff and grabbed two glasses of champagne. She handed me one and shot hers down with ease. I downed my glass and we set the empties on a table nearby.

She giggled as we quickly made our exit. The valet was quick and brought my car back around. Before I could even grab the keys, Marceline took them from the valets' hands and ran to the driver's side.

"What do you think you're ...