I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Nicholas kept driving the car without speaking. He still didn't understand why his master brought home the girl who they almost got hit. Because earlier when Alan returned, suddenly Anne hugged him again because there was lightning that came and was followed by a thunderous roar. Even Nicholas and Alan, who were not afraid of lightning, were shocked to hear such loud thunder. 

"Where do you live, Miss ..."

"Anne, my name is Anne," said Anne quickly cutting Alan's words.

"Anne, that's a nice name. My name is Alan, and Nick is my personal assistant," Alan said quietly, raising one hand to point at Nicholas who was driving a car.

"Yes, I know..."

"Of course you must know who my young master is. All the girls in town or even in this country know who Sir Alan is." From the driver's seat, Nicholas immediately cut Anne's words curtly. He hated Anne's innocent attitude. 

Anne's face immediately turned pale. She felt a little offended by Nicholas' words, while Alan only smiled faintly. He preferred to take off his wet suit and put it in a paper bag containing his clean clothes which Nicholas always prepared just in case. When Alan took off his wet suit and shirt, Anne looked away. She didn't look at Alan. But still Anne felt uncomfortable, especially when they were sitting so close together like that.

"Do-don't do it here!!" Anne stuttered when she saw Alan was about to change into trousers.

"What do you mean, Miss?" asked Jack confused.

"Th-that, I mean don't change your pants in the car like this. Y-you can change later when the car stops or just drop me off first. After that you can change your clothes," answered Anne quickly without pause while continuing to look towards the window. 

Hearing the words made Nicholas suddenly hit the brakes. Alan and Anne, who were in the back seat, were shocked.

"Nick!!!"

"I just did what she wanted, sir. Didn't she want to get out of the car? So I stopped," Nicholas said without feeling guilty.

Alan's eyes widened perfectly when he heard Nicholas' words. He didn't understand why his assistant was suddenly so annoying now.

"It's still raining very heavily now, and the thunder is still ringing. Do you understand what I mean, Nick?" Alan said softly in a rising voice. 

"I know sir, but you still have to change your clothes. I don't want the old master to be angry with me if you catch cold," replied Nick again.

Alan took a deep breath and said, "I know that, you don't have to worry. I'll keep changing in the car without Miss Anne having to get off. Now you better get going and don't forget to put on the protective glass. I have to change my pants." 

  The obedient Nicholas immediately did what his employer told him to do. Before stepping on the gas pedal, he activated the protective glass which made the car was protected from people outside. The shield made it impossible for people from outside to see what they were doing in the car, but everyone in the car could still see outside. 

"If you feel uncomfortable, it's better to just keep looking at the window, Miss. I'll change my trousers now. Don't worry, it's just trousers, I'll still wear my underwear. So you don't have to worry too much," Alan said softly as he reached for the zipper of his wet pants. 

Blush!

Anne's face turned red when she heard Alan's words. Her heart was beating very fast because of Alan's words. All she could do was be quiet and keep looking at the window without speaking. Anne shifted her seat towards the door several times, trying to keep as much distance as possible from Alan. Alan, who was changing his pants, just smiled at Anne's attitude. Since Alan was used to changing clothes like this in the car, he didn't have any trouble, so that in a short time, Alan had managed to change into trousers that were still dry and clean, complete with a white shirt that fit him. 

"Oh yes, where do you live, Miss Anne?"

"Anne, please just call my name. Don't use Miss, I'm not someone who deserves to be called Miss," answered Anne quickly in response to Nicholas' words.

Hearing Anne's words made Nicholas lift his face and look in the rearview mirror to look at Anne. "Then where is your address, Anne?" 

"I'm staying in a hotel not far from the city center with friends..."

"Hotel?" Alan immediately cut Anne's words in shock. 

Anne turned to Alan with a still red face. "My friends and I are students from the University of the Arts London majoring in fashion design. At the end of each semester we get assignments from our professor to conduct research in several countries that have been selected by the campus to see firsthand how people dress in the designated country, where the assignment will be a reference for our assessment in the next semester. And this semester, we have an assignment to come to Luxembourg to do that task."

"Fashion designer? Is there such a research?" Nicholas asked, joining in the conversation. He felt that what Anne said was very unreasonable.

"It sounds strange, but that's what happened. The professor in our campus really wants us students to go directly to the field to see firsthand, not just looking at magazines or social media," replied Anne again calmly. 

Alan smiled at Anne's words. Even though he had only spoken that long with Anne, for some reason he felt very comfortable, a different sense of comfort that Alan himself couldn't describe. After mentioning the name of the hotel where Anne was staying, she became silent again. She chose to keep herself busy by sending messages to Linda to hold back the cold that was starting to attack her. She felt embarrassed to asked Nicholas to turn off the car's air conditioner. That was why she chose to busy herself with her cell phone to avoid direct contact with Alan, who had been looking at her without blinking. 

Because it was raining quite heavily, the trip that should have only taken fifteen minutes became longer. There were so many cars passing by that Nicholas had to drive carefully, plus the rain was getting heavier. 

"Okay, we're here," Nicholas said briefly when he was in front of the hotel lobby where Anne was staying with her classmates.

"Thank you for your help and sorry for bothering you, I don't know what to do without both of you," replied Anne slowly. After thinking all the way back to the hotel, those words finally came out of Anne's lips. 

Alan's thin lips widened at Anne's words. "Then give me your cell phone number."

Anne, who was staring straight ahead, turned to Alan. She stared at him with her two perfectly rounded eyes. She didn't seem to believe what Alan said. Anne's gaze made Alan smile. He then grabbed the cell phone that Anne was still holding and made a call to his own cell phone number. 

"Okay, that's my number. You can keep it," said Alan again without guilt as he returned Anne's cell phone back.

"Y-yes...t-then I got off now, thank you and sorry for making this car wet and dirty," replied Anne stuttering with a downcast face while tightly gripping the cell phone that had just been returned by Alan. She felt guilty when she realized that the chair she was sitting on got wet.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal," said Alan quickly.

Anne lifted her face slowly and smiled at Alan. A second later, she grabbed the door handle and got out of the car. Not long after Anne got out of the car, Nicholas drove the car out of the hotel area towards the highway. From the rearview mirror, Alan smiled when he saw Anne sneeze. 

"Turns out she's not a journalist, hmm that's interesting," said Alan in his heart. An article on his cell phone about one of the London University of the Arts study programs previously mentioned by Anne was opened on his cell phone.

Continued