“So, where are we headed?” Ava asked as she got into the backseat of Giovanni’s Cadillac Escalade.
Giovanni didn’t respond and so did Ezio.
Ava just raised an eyebrow at them both and put on her seatbelt with a huff. “I see. So, you’re both going to give me the silent treatment.”
Still, no response.
She looked out the window as the car rolled out of the underground parking lot. The sky is a soft, overcast gray. The snow still hasn’t stopped and it appeared to be slowly mutating into an actual snow storm.
Ava rolled down the window and stuck a hand out into the traffic, the snow falling gently into the palm of her hand. Both Ezio and the driver shot her horrified looks through the rearview mirror but she didn’t seem to notice.
She was just admiring the snow as it fell into her palm.
