"Haven't we planned this long ago?" Jenson blocked her way and said in his rich voice, "It won't take long, just one hour! You promised me half a month ago. You can't just stand me up like this, can you?"
Lizbeth pushed him away in annoyance. "Stop it. I really have something urgent to do today. Find someone else to pick out a car with you!"
With that, she rushed down the stairs in her three-inch high heels.
Mr. Byrd put down his teacup. "Lizbeth, are you going out?"
"Yes," Lizbeth responded absentmindedly and ordered a servant, "Hurry, drive my car to the front!"
"Since you're in such a hurry, I'll drive you there." Jenson walked to her side with a hand in his pocket. He put an arm around her shoulders and said laughingly, "I'm an ace at driving. I'll surely be faster than you driving yourself!"