Astrid shuffles in the leather seat and coughs into her elbow. Her eyes dance from the side mirror to the windscreen, and the spec of dust on the dashboard. She catches Zane’s head moving from the side of her eyes and she looks ahead, readjusting her sitting position.
She tugs at her seatbelt clearly uncomfortable. Her mind cuddles the questions she has for his actions. Why is he doing this? The Zane she is used to won't even want to be within a metre’s radius around her, now he insisted that she joined him?
She glances at him and catches his eyes again and sucks in air from her teeth. This is the third time she is catching his eyes and a steady build of irritation is brewing at the back of her mind.
She hates how confused he is making her feel. She prefers when everything is straightfo
