Mortimer leaned in and, right in front of the driver, gave her a quick kiss. "You too, honey. Keep it up."
After driving a short distance, the driver chuckled and spoke to Holly Winslow. "Is that your boyfriend? He looks a bit like the city's top scorer from a few years back, though not as refined-looking."
Holly: "..."
Back when he was the top scorer, Mortimer Quincy still had a boyish look to him. Now, he was the very picture of a mature man.
She touched the tip of her nose. "Not my boyfriend, my husband."
"Oh, married so young? Just like the top scorer from our county." The driver spoke of the city's top scorer with the same warmth he'd use for his own son.
Holly couldn't help but smile.
The driver continued, "Does your boyfriend work in construction? Is it tiring? You kids don't study hard enough when you're young, and now you have to do the hard labor."
Holly: "..."
She recalled Mortimer's work clothes; it wasn't wrong to say he looked like a construction worker.
