He looked her up and down—not with disdain, but with a flicker of recognition that made her stomach drop. “You’re the one who called drivers ‘overpaid toddlers with death wishes.’”
He won. The Malaysian flag (his mother’s heritage) was somehow draped over his shoulders in parc fermé. He looked past the main cameras. Straight at her. He looked her up and down—not with disdain,
She laughed despite herself. “You’re a driver. You’re not supposed to notice semicolons.” He looked her up and down—not with disdain,
She stiffened. “I stand by the metaphor.” He looked her up and down—not with disdain,