HERMIONE
Although I'd rather not ride back home with Aiden, I'm compelled to step into the limousine as the driver holds the door open for me.
The sun has dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the sky. However, the clouds gathering in the distance hint at an impending rain, and I don't want to risk getting soaked while waiting for an Uber.
Aiden slides in beside me, and Kash starts the car, navigating out of the boutique's neighborhood onto the main road.
The silence between Aiden and me is tense. He doesn't acknowledge my obvious irritation from the boutique, instead burying his face in his phone.
I attempt to ignore him, but my annoyance simmers just below the surface.
Is this his true self? The dismissive comment he made earlier still stings.
I feel a pa
