Her hand turns to clasp Alfred's as a heartfelt laugh escapes her lips. Goodness, when was the last time she actually laughed? It feels like forever.

"Well, what's a girl supposed to do? I never thought I'd hate the chance to sit in one again. Let alone drive one." She squeezed his hand, her smile showing a little slyness of her own. "Besides, it's not like you were an angel yourself. Remember when you pretended to be the owner of that club, kicked those rich kids out and then took their bottles?"