Tomás
?
Hence? Really? What’s next? Thy chariot awaits you out yonder my lady?
Tomás
I’m not following
It’s a joke . Never mind
Tomás
If I could I would
Now I’m not following
Tomás
Get you a chariot
You know, something fit for a queen
Okay chill
Tomás
I’m trying to…
I’ll see you soon
I head outside to see an all-black Tahoe parked out front. The driver opens the door for me and the second I sit down I notice a coffee cup waiting for me in the arm rest cup holder of the back seat, along with a water bottle, and a bottle of Diet Coke.
He remembered.
Granted, my three drink go-to was at the bar, but his assumption was correct that I like to have three drinks on me at all times.
Forget the chariot. I could get used to this. Having someone care enough to notice, and willing enough to do small acts like this.
I sit, content for the duration of the car ride, alternating between my three drinks until we pull up to a gorgeous modern building that looks like something out ofArchitectural Digest.
“Mr. Ramos is expecting you,” the driver says, opening the door for me. “When you walk in the lobby, simply state your name and the concierge will see you to his floor.”
“I’m sorry,hisfloor?”
“Yes, Ms. Tesoro,” he says, albeit a bit confused.
“Where are we, exactly?”
“Mr. Ramos' residence.”
Oh.
CHAPTER 15
TOMÁS
I rush to clean up my makeshift desk area— formerly known as my kitchen island— when I hear the intercom buzz, letting me know that Sarina is on her way up to my penthouse.
