The poor student got into the wrong car, unaware that it belonged to a billionaire

Defined jawline. Dark eyes analyzing me with curiosity. A smile that irritated me… and disarmed me at the same time

—I… sorry. I thought it was my Uber.

—Technically, that’s what you did. And you snored for twenty minutes.

—I don’t snore.

—Yes, you do. A little. It was… adorable.

I looked around again

Touchscreen. Fine wood finishes. Minibar.

—You’re not an Uber driver…

—Definitely not.

He settled in naturally.

—I’m Gabriel Albuquerque. And this is my car. The one you hijacked to take a nap

The name meant nothing to me at the time. But the confidence with which she pronounced it made it clear that I should say something.

He was someone important.

Very rich

—I’m so sorry. I worked all day, studied all night… I’m getting off now.

When I grabbed the handle, he asked:

—It’s almost 11:30. Where in the city do you live?

—That’s none of your business.