“Ah, TT?” Nicole called out after a few minutes of being silent. “Sorry, but can you take me to the bar instead?”
Clint looked at her in the rearview mirror. “But-.”
“Please, Clint,” Nicole smiled at him, though it never reached her eyes. “I know that Marko told you to take me home, but I really don’t want to be alone at the moment. So, either you take me there or I take a cab the moment you drop me off and bring myself. Your choice.”
Without saying anything else, Clint changed lanes.
“Don’t worry, I will take the blame.” She told him with a small smile. Lord knows how many things she will be blamed for. Nicole was grateful. She didn’t feel like being alone at that time and the only place that she could think about going to was the bar. Yes, she could have called Fey, but she was sure
