Now and then, I caught his reflection in the tinted window beside me, only to quickly look away before he noticed.
Or maybe he had noticed every single time.
The silence was too awkward, but thankfully, the car eventually slowed.
My eyes widened.
The building before us looked less like a boutique and more like a luxury palace built entirely for fashion.
It looked insane.
Its glass exterior stretched several floors high, reflecting the afternoon sun until it almost sparkled. Elegant gold lettering curved across the entrance, while expensive cars were parked neatly outside.
People in designer clothing walked in and out as if this place was perfectly ordinary, but it wasn't.
Not to me.
"I've never..." I murmured unconsciously.
Before I even realized what I was saying, Dawson had a
