Aurora and the driver spent the rest of the journey in silence, but she could tell he was checking her out and it pleased her no end. She knew she looked older than 15, and she preferred more mature men anyway. The boys in her school - both the old and new - were so childish and uncool. When they pulled up to the kerb she turned to look at him, a fliratious smile on her face. "So, do I get your number, handsome?"
Before he had a chance to reply her mother was at his window. Balls. Her mom always had the worst timing when it came to Aurora and her crushes, and this was no different. He turned to look at her mom and she saw he was checking her out too. Asshole; now she didn't want his number anyway.
She hopped out of the car silently and slammed the door, pouting. Her Mom sounded pissed; it better not be at her, she hadn't done anything, damnit. Almost automatically she moved a few foot away so Emma could talk to the driver in private; it was something she'd been told to do since her early years, when one of her parents was annoyed at the help, and at this stage she didn't need to be told.