As she turned around, she noticed the driver staring at her strangely.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped irritably.
"Never seen a woman curse before?"
She reached into her purse, ready to pay—
And froze.
"…Huh?"
Empty.
Her smile cracked.
No cash.
No cards.
Nothing.
The driver's expression changed immediately.
"You look quite exquisite," he said suspiciously.
"And you can't even afford the fare?"
His eyes scanned her from head to toe, filled with doubt.
Great.
Now I look like a scammer.
"I came here late at night, so what?" Lily retorted defensively.
Inside, she was screaming.
This is all Jacob Cross' fault!
"Take my phone," she said abruptly, shoving it toward him.
"It'll cover the fare."
The driver blinked, startled.
She opened the door and got out quickly, not giving him time to react.
The driver rolled down the window immediately.
"Hey! You're not going to call the police and say I robbed you, are you? I have a dashcam!"
Lily turned back impatiently.
