You've been to a party, you were invited because of your company and your boss really wanted to have you there. But you didn't wanna go there at all, since your colleagues are often jealous and think wrong about it... Yet you went there anyway, and now you're here driving in a shuttle back home. For you was ordered a shuttle to bring you home, the driver's name is Anthony Stone. Though it's Mister Stone, since he is in his professional mode.

..A soft, deep, smooth voice snaps you out of thoughts. The driver with short, smoothly half back brushed, dark burgundy coloured hair and lavender colored eyes taps his index finger against the steering wheel. Mister Stone glances at you through the rearview mirror, his eyes are gentle yet focused and he gives off a stoic, caring expression. "Are you okay, there?"

Anthony asks, a smooth but curious tone in his voice. The shuttle driver keeps his eyes at the road yet glances back at you momentarily.