The drive to Rhodes could not have been slower and more annoying.
"Juan, please tell the driver to step on it," Camila said, and Juan shook his head.
"We are driving at an acceptable pace," Juan said. Camila was tempted to shout, but she remembered that she was no edge. She most probably was seeing things worse than they actually were.
"I just need us to get there quickly," Camila muttered. Juan looked like he was close to saying something and then shrugged. He was hiding something. Camila knew it.
"What do you want to say?" She asked.
"We will soon get there," Juan said.
Camila huffed and looked forward. She could not afford to mess this up.
Camila focused on her nails. The next time she looked up, the car had stopped. Camila looked around, and she saw small stores and buildings.
