I met my boyfriend while carpooling.

Summary

My five-dollar Uber Pool pulled up, and it was a Rolls-Royce.

The girl next to me on the curb tilted her head, her smile bright and breezy.

“Oh my god, so random! This is my boyfriend’s car.”

Before I could respond, the man getting out of the driver's seat stole my breath. He was immaculate in a tailored suit, his aura cool and commanding. He gently helped the girl into the passenger seat with a tenderness that made my stomach clench.

Then, the man’s assistant, who had been trailing him, caught my eye. He looked terrified.