Sebastian glanced at the driver out of the corner of his eye and calmly said, "He's visually impaired. He can't see a thing."
"Let's talk this out like civilized people. There is no need to get physical, okay?" I was completely immobilized in his grip.
A low chuckle sounded above me, and then he released me, his voice tinged with an almost playful amusement. "Are you really that scared?"
I coughed a couple of times, trying to salvage a bit of my dignity, but then I realized it was a lost cause. Might as well give up on that.
Back at the villa, surrounded by gourmet dishes, I asked the chef to prepare some pasta and jelly.
When the dishes were served, I eagerly dug in. "Ah, a master chef is truly worth every penny. The pasta is phenomenal! If I set up a stand on Sunset Boulevard, I'd make a killing."
I wolfed down three big bites, finishing the plate in no time. Just as I was about to savor some jelly, Sebastian chimed in, "Don't eat too much cold food."
"Uh, okay." I obediently put down my fork, already scheming in my head. "How could I convince the chef to help me sell pasta and jelly on Sunset Boulevard?"