The car roars its engine as we speed through the blizzard. The tires underneath crushed the quickly freezing snow. Jame's breath came out steady as his steel eyes and hard jawline faced the road, his expressionless face making the silence much more awkward. Looking at my lap, I wore light gray sweatpants and a matching plain top. Although it was simple, I would say it was comfortable and the fabric felt expensive. A Styrofoam dish sat in my lap, the steam long gone with not a bite taken. The chicken potato bowl smelled amazing, but my appetite wasn't there. I just simply wasn't hungry. Not only did I sport new clothes, he also bought me a new pair of sneakers. This creature was one surprise after the next. He demanded that the others were garbage. Then, when I stressed the fact we would be
