You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After the party, Joyce sent off her elders downstairs on Garden Street and parted with her new colleagues before everyone went home.

New beginnings, new colleagues, everything was great.
The night breeze was slightly cold, brushing her cheeks and ruffling her ink-color hair.
She reached up and smoothed her hair behind her ear.

When she looked up, Joyce glimpsed a white figure on the corner not far away, standing out in the darkness of the night. She narrowed her eyes. Wasn’t that Charlotte? Then a black military vehicle pulled up in front of Charlotte and picked her up.

Joyce looked down at her watch. Charlotte and Shelly had left first during the dinner. It was almost two hours ago. How came Charlotte was still on Garden Street?

She looked around and didn’t see anyone suspicious.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Joyce went straight to the direction of the subway. It was not too late, and she could catch the last train.

When she walked to the roadside and passed a black parked car, a sharp horn startled her.

The windows automatically fell down.

Joyce looked in and there was Luther.

the dark night, his perfect side face was like a sculptor. He turned his head and looked at

Joyce nodded, “Yes.”

the passenger seat. How strange that he showed up on Garden Street so late, like he was

it be that he was waiting for her on the road she had to take? He was afraid that there would be no car

possible. She laughed. Maybe she was

Luther propped one hand on his forehead. His tone was clear and cold. Joyce couldn’t refuse, so she opened the main driver’s door. As soon as she opened the door,

him, “Why don’t you let Aaron drive you back?”

“He’s got something else to

was tired, and closed his

didn’t ask much and sat in

to drive such a fancy car. Although she had gotten a driver’s license and usually drived her tutor’s car, she really had not touched this kind of electronic and intelligent car before. Looking around,

the car key?” She

and uncomfortable. He didn’t want to open his eyes, but only

out her hand, “Can I