Practice? Zoe thought, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. And who was that woman who was talking to her?
She turned around and spotted a woman standing next to a car, with one of the back doors open.
"Zoe...now," the woman said firmly. "You don't want to be late, do you?"
Zoe didn't want to be late, but she was heading somewhere else, wasn't she? Well, this woman could drive her faster than she could walk.
The idea of not trusting the stranger vanished from her mind and she slipped into the back seat.
