Not being used to privilege
“So, you’re just going to drive me around?” she asked the driver.
“Yes, ma'am,” the driver replied, adjusting the mirror. “Wherever you need to go.”
“And... what will you do when I’m not in the car?” she asked, puzzled.
“I’ll wait for you,” the driver said simply.
She blinked. “Wait for me? Like, just sit here and do nothing?”
“Yes, ma'am. That’s my job.”
“Okay, that’s too much,” she said, shifting uncomfortably. “I can't take it. Go somewhere, do something.”