At his words, Bettie shot Lance a glare out of embarrassment.

“If you want to know, just speak up. No need to hide," Lance said, glancing her way, adjusting his glasses. “I'm just trying to satisfy your curiosity."

“Nah, like I'd care about that little thing of yours." Bettie snorted, shifting gears. “Hey, did you pick up Taekwondo when you were overseas? You handled those goons real quick the other day."

Back in high school, Lance was kinda skinny. Now, he was lean but the way he gripped the wheel, and his shirt folded showing his muscles, it was clear he had buffed up a bit.

"Yeah." Lance nodded. "You're dodging the topic clumsily. You're obviously curious. What? Afraid to take a peek?"