2 Is she crazy?

As Calantha hesitated, he leaned over and opened the door, revealing a luxurious interior that seemed to whisper promises of comfort and safety. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into the limo's plush depths. It was a siren's call, tempting her to leave her doubts behind and take a leap of faith. And then, just as Calantha was about to make her decision... "Hey, you! Yeah, you with the doughnut glaze all over your clothes!" a voice shouted from across the street. She turned to see a plump figure beckoning her towards a store; he seemed to know Calantha. "You're late for your interview! Get over here now!" Calantha’s heart sank. The interview. She had forgotten entirely. “How many applications have I made so far.” She asked herself, heaving a sigh. Calantha ignored both men and walked with her face down as she retraced her steps to the coffee shop. The barista's eyes widened as she took in Calantha’s disheveled appearance. "Ooh, that's bad." She handed her some wipes. "Want the same orders?" Calantha nodded mutely, too embarrassed to speak. She didn't dare turn around, fearing the judgmental stares of the other customers. But then, she felt a presence beside her. The barista's eyes darted to the side, and her mouth dropped open in a silent "wow." Calantha turned to follow her gaze, and her heart almost skipped a beat. Her boss was standing next to her, looking even more attractive in the bright light of day. His chiseled features and piercing eyes seemed to radiate an aura of confidence and sophistication. His tailored suit showcased his athletic build, accentuating broad shoulders, a trim waist, and a confident stride that commanded attention. The barista's whispered words only added to Calantha’s embarrassment. "Oh my... who's he?" Calantha felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she struggled to find her voice. “Hmm?” What was he doing here? And why did she feel like she was melting into his gaze? "He's... hot!" The barista's eyes were wide with excitement as she whispered to Calantha, her hand covering her mouth in a failed attempt to stifle her giggles. Calantha felt her face flush even deeper as she turned to face him, her heart racing with anticipation. When he spoke, his deep, smooth voice sent shivers down her spine. "Hmm, I thought we were ordering this together." His eyes locked onto her, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. The barista's gasps faded into the background as Calantha struggled to find her voice. "T-together?" She stuttered, her mind racing with questions. What did he mean by that? As the barista called out their order, he swooped in like a gentleman, handing over his card with a charming smile. But Calantha protested, "Oh no, I've got this!" "Let him treat you, sweetheart!" the barista’s whispered words sent a thrill through Calantha, and she felt her cheeks flush. He took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a warm, gentle grasp as he led her out of the shop. Calantha felt a jolt of electricity like a spark had ignited between them. Her heart raced, and her knees trembled beneath her. His chauffeur stepped out of the limo to open the door. He got in and stretched out his hands; Calantha stared at them for a moment and checked her wristwatch. "Those supervisors would scold me if I wasted another minute," she thought as she hastily slid into the plush leather seat. The door closed behind her with a soft thud, enveloping her in the luxurious scent of rich leather and polished wood. “So, where are we going?” Where they were headed was in the opposite direction of where she worked. “Hold on, we’re almost there.” Calantha stared at him the whole time, trying to understand what made him so confident. He wasn’t proud at all, but his aura was so strong. His attention was on his iPad the whole time. He was less of a talker, and it was evident that he knew how to handle difficult situations. Everything on him seemed original: his suit, his shoe, his wristwatch. He was wealth personified, and as if to confirm my thoughts, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a sleek phone, its diamond-encrusted case glinting in the light. Freiherr answered the call, his deep voice switching to fluent Spanish. Calantha’s eyes remained fixed on him, mesmerized by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. "Hola, que pasa?... Si, lo sé... No, no, no worries, hermano... Hasta luego!" He hung up, his eyes scanning the iPad screen with focus. Calantha leaned forward, curiosity getting the better of her. "Problem with your code?" He looked up and showed her the code. "I'm trying to debug this script, but it's a mess. But there’s nothing I can’t handle.." It was so messy, and Calantha’s eyes scanned for the possible answers. She pointed at the screen. "You're using the wrong syntax for the API call. Try changing that line to... " He raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Tech girl?" But Calantha just smiled. "I've worked with similar code before. Trust me, it'll work." He nodded, making the change. The code began to compile, and he nodded in agreement. "It worked." Calantha’s smile faltered as the limo halted in front of a gleaming high-end department store. "Wait, why are we stopping here?" She gazed at the luxurious facade, her mind racing with questions. Freiherr’s eyes crinkled at the corners, "We're here, so just wait until the driver—" But before he could finish, her hands reached for the door handle, her fingers closing around it with a quiet decisiveness. His eyes widened, his words trailing off as Calantha pushed the door open and stepped out into the bright lights of the upscale shopping mecca. The driver's surprised face flashed into view, his hand hovering near the door handle as if to assist Calantha, Her hurried departure left them staring at her in wonder. The Chauffeur and Freiherr watched, frozen, as Calantha’s stilettos hit the pavement. Her confident stride left them gaping, their eyes fixed on her retreating figure. They felt like the ground should swallow them. “She got out of a limo by herself? Is she crazy?” Freiherr had never seen such acts before. The chauffeur's hand hovered near the door handle, his face a mix of shock and chagrin. He glanced at the store gatekeepers, who wore identical looks of disbelief. One of them mouthed, "Wow," his eyes still fixed on Calantha. The chauffeur felt his stepping out of the Limo was in vain; she left him hanging. “Did she just leave the vehicle before I could open it? Is she crazy?!” He noticed the store's gatekeepers were still stoned. “Yeah, she has reduced my class.” The chauffeur forced a laugh, his smile strained. "Guess I'm not needed here!" He hastened to open the door for Freiherr, his movements a tad too eager. As he stepped aside, Freiherr leaned in, his voice low. "That girl, where is she from anyways?" The chauffeur's smile turned genuine as if he could read Freiherr’s mind. "No idea, but I think I just got schooled."