"Aurelia." Andrew called out to her.
Aurelia Shaw returned to her senses.
Andrew continued, "The car coming to pick you up hasn't arrived yet, right? Why don't you ride with me since we're heading to the same place anyway?"
"Alright," Aurelia agreed without any unnecessary refusal.
The two of them got into the car parked outside the airport. Andrew's van was spacious, luxuriously decorated, and clean, with a faint fragrance in the air. The decorations in the car reflected the owner's personality, indicating that Andrew was someone who had high standards for his environment, perhaps even having a severe cleanliness obsession.
Just cleanliness? Why would a man with a cleanliness obsession be so casual about interacting with her?
Aurelia chose a seat and sat down. Amanda Fuller sat next to her. To avoid any awkward conversations on the road, Aurelia put on her headphones and turned to look out the window.
