"Do you want a lift? We actually live close by," Jazmín asked, making it evident that she didn't want him to refuse.
'Well…'
"Okay. I live on the fifteenth block."
"Yeah, come in."
This time Yasmin butted in before her daughter could and slapped the front seat next to her. "You can sit here."
Stunned by the prospect of two ladies who were basically strangers being kind enough to help him to his destination, Miles didn't know how to refuse since he would probably sound hostile to their good gesture.
"Okay, thank you." He gave both of them a quick nod and got inside.
Yasmin smiled and started the car. But unlike the furious manner she drove before, she slowly stepped on the pedal, driving at a smooth, steady pace, obviously wanting to prolong the journey.
Meanwhile, Jazmín adjusted the way she sat and was boldly admiring Miles from behind.
'Wait, what's going on? Am I getting kidnapped?'
