POV: Angel
The car ride was quiet, save for the low hum of the engine and the soft murmur of jazz playing through the speakers. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trying to calm the fluttering in my stomach.
Leo sat beside me, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile illuminated by the glow of the dashboard lights. He was calm, composed, like this was just another routine evening for him. But for me, it felt anything but.
“You don’t talk much,” I said, breaking the silence.
He glanced at me, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “And you talk too much when you’re nervous.”
I rolled my eyes, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I’m not nervous.”
He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “If you say so.”
I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest. He was impossible to read
