*NOT SO COLD*
Flora's POV
The leather seats of Tyler’s car smelled exactly like him.
Outside, the city lights blurred into long, smeary lines against the window. Inside, the silence was heavy enough to crush me.
In the front seat, the driver’s eyes flicked upward.
Our gazes met in the rearview mirror for the fourth time in three blocks.
He was an older gentleman, he seemed kind, but his eyes held a sharp, calculating weight that didn't match his polite posture.
I shifted in my seat, my gaze focused on him. "Is there something on my face, or do I just look that out of place?"
The driver didn’t flinch. He smoothly guided the sedan around a sharp turn. "My apologies, ma’am. I didn't mean to stare."
“It's okay.” I chuckled.
We continued in silence for a few minutes until I shifted my
