(Maëva's POV)
I got a little annoyed when I saw him sit next to me, but…
It was just a stop where everyone could position themselves.
He really has a knack for attracting trouble and then playing the fool afterwards.
"Do we know each other?" he asked casually.
Hérèse is a little bastard, even when faced with a high school student, he's suicidal.
I even felt nervous in her place; I wanted to disappear deep within my heart. I squeezed my thighs together and slowed my breathing.
– (that he doesn't notice me)
I murmured, crossing my fingers, toes, and even my tongue.
When will my driver arrive?
He looked at him as if he were about to jump down his throat.
When is he going to leave?
I started counting down the minutes and biting my watch with my eyes; the wait couldn't be more horrible.
Then a black car approached, there he was. Without further explanation, I stood up and took three big steps forward. I'd never been so happy to see that son of a bitch of a driver… But…
The car tricked me.
She stopped and the window was lowered.
I stood there like a sponge, I was so ashamed I hadn't been able to see the difference in the logo.
Heresy was the first to get up, he put his bag over his shoulder, opened the front door and sat down next to the driver… but the most astonishing thing was that the "white hand" also pulled the door open and sat down in the back; at that moment I think I saw white.
It was so unreal that my mouth was open, wondering why I had to see this secret.
– hahaha
I let out a muffled cry in my throat.
Even if it's not so bad, having an advantage over him might be beneficial to me.
I turned around but immediately stopped myself.
– that's my little secret
My day was quickly revived by the one who had ruined it.
Right after them my driver finally arrived, returning home was just a formality, since I got out through the window right after.
I have until 4pm before she looks for me, sometimes she doesn't so I'm not too worried.
I returned to the abandoned hotel to participate in the biker course and perhaps cross paths again with those homeless old maids.
– Hey guys
– You're back, Dove
I lazily shook my hand and headed towards the garage.
– Friend, where is my motorcycle?
– basically
He said this without even looking up at his adjustment.
The small hatch led me to "my motorcycle"
– Hey big priest
He was there, foot on the desk, pen in hand, always doing the same thing.
– What do you want from me now?
He grumbled before throwing a pile of paper at me.
I push her away and stomp my foot on her desk.
– I found a good solution
– I respect you, but not this time
I pull my foot away and collapse onto his sofa
– Do you have a solution?
– h-
– No! So let me do it as usual