"Owen? What are you doing here?" Lyra asked, caught off guard when the driver stepped out of the sports car.
"Just passing by. I'm guessing you're heading to the hospital, and it's the same route to my office."
He leaned casually against the car, sunglasses hiding his eyes, and gestured upward.
"See? The sun's brutal today. I'm afraid you might faint if you keep standing out here."
He grinned as he waited for her answer.
Owen was right. The weather was extremely hot today, and she was already hungry.
Lyra glanced at her watch, she still had time for lunch.
"Have you eaten? If not, you may join me," she offered politely.
Owen blinked several times in surprise.
He would have been grateful if she had simply accepted the ride, yet she went further and invited him to lunch instead.
"Of course. Let's have lunch before we go back to work."
He moved to the passenger side of the car, opened the door for her, and waited for her to get in.
