Scarlett
Two hours.
I had been trapped in a car with Atlas and Marcus for two whole hours. I mean two f*****g hours.
My back hurts like hell, and I was beginning to get a little hungry, but I was nervous and embarrassed to speak up. I didn’t even know where we were going, and I certainly wasn’t sure if I could even trust them yet.
Ughhhhh…
Atlas was a bit cold and kept his eyes focused on the road. Marcus, on the other hand, was still trying to stir a conversation with me.
“So… you’re a model?” He asked, and I nodded.
“That’s cool.” He said, and I nodded again.
“So do you really like modeling, or is it for survival?” He questioned.
“Mhm,” I replied, and after that, he gave up.
Probably because talking to me felt like interviewing a depressed brick wall.
Honestly, I couldn’t b
