The driver had just finished listening to Soir Coffee’s news, so he turned around to ask, “Oh, you’re there to ask for compensation as well, miss?”
“What compensation?” Queenie frowned. She didn’t like the driver butting into her business.
But since she was wearing a cap, the driver didn’t notice her annoyance, so he continued, “It’s all over the Internet. The café’s customers who are at the scene will get compensated. I just sent one of their customers to the hotel earlier.”
Queenie’s frown deepened. “I’m not their customer,” she answered coldly.
The driver realized that Queenie was getting irritated, so he turned around and told her to sit tight as he stepped on the accelerator.
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