Mr. Webb, Make Your Move!
Zara walked over to where the driver was waiting.
She stood by the backseat window and said, "Mr. Webb."
He did not look at her, his eyes glued to his tablet. He gave a short command, "Get in."
Zara had no choice but to get in the car.
Then, in silence, they drove off. Zara gazed out the window, lost in her thoughts.
Starville was a big, shiny city. When people talked about it, they said things like 'busy and pricey', 'tall buildings everywhere', 'bright lights and parties', 'living the fancy life', and 'everyone in Starville runs on coffee, not blood'.
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