VALERIA
“Phew, I’m exhausted,” I groaned, plopping onto the couch.
“Same here,” Andy said as he collapsed on the couch opposite mine. “Your fans are really scary, Val.”
“Before today, I never imagined that I'd find myself in a real life high-speed car chase. Thank God I had good driving skills or else—” He shuddered exaggeratedly.
Settling himself next to him, Chris added, “Even with the convincing act we put on, your fans still managed to recognize us. Should I praise them for being sharp-eyed?”
Hearing this, I sat up slightly and shot Andy a pointed look, “I think we all know who's to blame for that.”
“I was a fool to believe you—” I turned to glare at Chris. “—when you said that he went for a ‘modest and plainer’ car. Was that silver Bentley—of God-knows=what model—your definition of modest?”
“And that’s not even the worst part—he. didn’t even roll up the windows!”
“If that wasn’t an announcement that I was near, then tell me what else was?”