After politely requesting the driver to change directions and drop me at the bar near the labyrinth, I sighed leaning against the seat.
It was hard to believe that someone like Claire was causing trouble after drinking.
To me she seemed like the girl who can drink entire bottles and still be standing in control.
Alas, I guess you really can't judge the book from just the cover.
The journey from Nancy's house to the labyrinth took a little over half an hour, as it was a busy hour.
But it was a pleasant ride as first of all, Nancy's mother's car was really luxurious and comfortable.
And to top it off, the driver had an impeccable taste in classical music of Solaris, which was a new experience for me.
"Thanks a lot," I smiled after the lady parked near a big restobar that was on the labyrinth road.
"No worries, Mr Cross. Have a good night," the driver smiled back politely.
"Mmhm, good night to you as well."
