The cool rhythm of the breeze flowed through Cara's hair as they drove down the free road of Los Angeles city. The air had never felt any more fresh as Cara left the window winded down.
Part of-- well most of-- the reasons she had left the window down was because her face kept burning red and the last thing she would want was for Romeo to see.
He casted glances at her occasionally but didn't think to interrupt or start a conversation. She seemed to be enjoying the wind as it kept ruffling through her hair.
Cara closed her eyes and listened to the wind, letting it calm her beating heart. But yet, her heart kept racing. Just a touch of the hand, yet her heart kept fluttering like it would fly out of her chest.
The butterfly in her stomach kept flapping its wings without rest. 'Will y
