Leila nods immediately—already steering away from the street, toward her car instead. She doesn’t push, doesn’t ask questions. Just slides into the driver's seat and turns to look at me—hand hovering slightly like she wants to reach out.
“Home? Or somewhere else? Just say the word”.
“I don’t know.”
Leila hesitates for a second before reaching out—gently squeezing my hand reassuringly.
“Okay. Then we'll drive around for a bit… until you figure it out.“
She starts the car, letting the hum of the engine fill the silence as she pulls away.
“I don’t know how I feel about him.”
Leila exhales, nodding slowly—her fingers tightening slightly on the wheel.
“You don’t have to figure it out right now. Just… breathe. Let yourself feel it without forcing it into words.We can drive all night if
