"I would like to speak to my business partner here in private, please," Faye said. She kept her arm locked around Malo's elbow, giving him a firm nudge toward the open air outside.
"Your... Royal Highness," she added, trying to bow. She bent her knees awkwardly, her hoodie bunching up around her neck as she wobbled slightly on the floor of the limo.
"Please, we do not do that here," Arthur said. He waved a dismissive hand, a smooth, relaxed smile remaining on his face as he watched her struggle with the sudden formal language.
Faye and Malo stepped out of the limo.
Now standing in front of the limousine, Faye groaned while tapping her forehead and stomping her foot on the ground. Her shoe kicked up a small cloud of red dirt, her chest heaving as she let out all the frantic energy she had been holding in since she first jumped into the driver's seat.
