But my tired mind failed to grasp the silent warning.
I sank into the leather, closed my eyes for a second…
And it was the best dream I’d had in weeks.
Until a deep, clearly amused voice cut through my unconsciousness:
—Do you usually break into other people’s cars or am I special?
I opened my eyes with a start. Panic coursed through my body as I realized I wasn’t alone.
I could feel her presence. Her expensive perfume—probably more expensive than my rent in the Narvarte neighborhood.
Tailor-made suit. That calculated disorder that rich men master with ease.
And the face…
Defined jawline. Dark eyes analyzing me with curiosity. A smile that irritated me… and disarmed me at the same time
—I… sorry. I thought it was my Uber.
—Technically, that’s what you did. And you snored for twenty minutes.
—I don’t snore.
—Yes, you do. A little. It was… adorable.
I looked around again
Touchscreen. Fine wood finishes. Minibar.
—You’re not an Uber driver…
—Definitely not.
He settled in naturally.
—I’m Gabriel Albuquerque. And this is my car. The one you hijacked to take a nap
The name meant nothing to me at the time. But the confidence with which she pronounced it made it clear that I should say something.
He was someone important.
Very rich
—I’m so sorry. I worked all day, studied all night… I’m getting off now.
When I grabbed the handle, he asked:
—It’s almost 11:30. Where in the city do you live?
—That’s none of your business.
