"So h-h-how's the the season been?" I ask Vincent in an attempt to break the ice.
"What?" He replies. His eyes are laser focused on the road so I don't know what emotion is behind them.
Even if I could look into them I doubt they'd tell me anything, he's been so stiff since this morning in the kitchen. That's mostly my fault though so I can't really blame him for that.
I kinda hoped he could understand where I was coming from and everything would blow over by the time we got into the car but I was wrong.
"Oh you know.. last basketball season" I clarify. Please Vincent, give me something to work with here so this car doesn't feel so suffocating.
"Pretty good. Coach still has me benched. Some s**t about 'earning my place' on my team" His jaw tenses up as if I just brought up a bad me
