~YULIA
Ian was driving me in a car.
A smile formed on my face as I stared ahead. Being driven in a car was a luxury only powerful people had. Cars were treasures of the people from the past, right before the great wars. They were what was left over of technology and I never thought that anyone would ever drive me before.
"Why are you smiling, Rebel?" He asked as he made a turn down the streets.
"I can't help it. People like us don't get to touch a car, not to talk of riding in one," I revealed.
Ian suddenly smiled. "You're excited about this? I've never put much thought into it before," he whispered.
"You were born with a silver spoon, of course, these little things mean nothing to you," I replied as I threw a glance at him.
It happened that Ian was also looking my w
