"Okay," she agreed. Stuart couldn't wipe the s**t-eating grin from his face. At last, he'd be in her apartment. He opened the passenger door of his car for her and she reluctantly got in. She didn't have any choice, since he had already loaded her stuff into his car.
Jogging around to the driver's seat, he started his car and strangely didn't ask her about her address. He simply maneuvered his car and drove off.
"Stuart Taylor," he said, suddenly.
"Excuse me?" she asked. What was the name he said? She didn't catch on with her thoughts running away everywhere.
"Stuart Taylor, that's my name, in case you're dying to know," he said with a smile.
"No, I'm not dying to know. You can take your stuff and leave," she said rudely.
"Oww," he said melodramatically, clutching his heart in a mock
