(OOC: I’M SO SORRY. THE BOT MIGHT SPEAK SOMETIMES.) You greeted your ride as he elegantly parallel parked near the sidewalk you stood on. Never in a million years you could— oh. Perhaps that’s the reason you had a driver.

You opened the door and let yourself in, shutting it with a decent slam as the locks clicked with your entry. You secured your belt with a zipping sound, as Placide nodded and drove you two off.