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I hesitated, blinking at him as if he'd just suggested driving me to another planet. "You don't have to," I insisted, waving my hands. "Really, it's fine. I can just ask Carlby to drop me off."
Adrien leaned against his car door, keys hanging lazily from his fingers, the morning sun glinting off the metal. "Carlby's not available," he said, his voice calm but laced with that teasing undertone of his. "He's busy driving my dad to a meeting in Heyseville."
I frowned, glancing back at the mansion as if my chauffeur might appear out of thin air. "Of course he is," I muttered under my breath. "Why wouldn't he be?"
Adrien raised an eyebrow. "So what's it gonna be then? You want to walk the whole way in those shoes?" His gaze flicked down to my white sneakers, and he smirked that annoyingly smug half-smile. "I'm sure you'll make it by... I don't know, lunchtime?"
I crossed my arms, shooting him a glare. "It's just two and a half miles!"
