But then, when the driver glanced at her once again just before the divider fully went up, with that suggestive, go ahead look, her face deepened into an even redder shade, redder than ripe tomatoes.
Why she reacted this way made a small, knowing smile tug at Chibuzor's lips. From the corner of his eye, he watched her, amused and intrigued. The driver, he decided silently, definitely deserved a raise.
Though they couldn't do anything intimate, he secretly enjoyed how the simple act made Olaedo shy. Was that what the redness meant? He considered. Shyness.
But why was she shy? Was it because she liked him, or was it simply because the situation felt awkward? He recalled how it had happened many times during their practice sessions.
Not when he had been cold or giving her a bad attitude, but whenever they were on friendlier terms, he noticed the slightest flush creeping over her. Tonight, it was even more pronounced.
