3 A Strange Ride

"I am not giving you trouble?"

"Of course not. We should hurry. Your fiancé is waiting."

"No, he's not in Paris."

They passed many people from the party and was close to the exit. He stopped and looked behind, "Then a slow walk won't be bad." Ama looked at him, "Yeah!"

They came outside.

It was winter and Paris was cold as ever. The air was chilling and was giving a current vibe. Now she can see the boy in front of him in a proper light. The road light wasn't giving that much bright view. But it was better than the party's dim light.

She saw the guy who was walking before him without looking behind for once. He was much taller, might be 190cm or even more. He was wearing a black jacket. The jacket itself was giving an expensive aura. Jean and well-polished shoes. She even noticed a glossy watch in his right hand. You can tell easily he's a rich guy.

"You wait here. I am gonna get my car."

"Yeah...Did he hear it?"

He came back with his car. The car was also looking like his rich owner. He opened the door of the other seat of his car with his long hand and gave a gesture to Ama to get in.

Ama got into the car and closed the door. After getting the seat belt, she looked at the person sitting beside him. He had no beard, he was fair, his brows were sexy. His body was large, muscular but not excess.

While driving, Ama looked at his fingers. It was large. Large enough to attract a girl. His hair was black. He didn't have too much hair in his head also in his hands. Thus he wasn't too hairy. They didn't talk for a while.

"So where are we going?"

Ama was confused, "Yes?".

"You didn't tell me your address."

"Oh, I am sorry. It's the Shangri La hotel."

"It's really close to here."

After ten minutes:

"Thanks for the ride."

"No problem. How many days you are staying?"

"For a weekend."

"That's great. You are coming to Jacob's birthday party?"

Ama gave a confused look, "Who's that?"

He gave her a saucy smile, "Don't worry, you will get the invitation." And closed the window of his car. Ama started walking for the hotel suddenly she remembered something, "You didn't tell me your name."

But when she looked behind, he had already gone.