Amy P.O.V
I drummed my fingers on my thighs impatiently, Frida still hadn't yielded to my demands to be apprised of our destination. The road ahead was slightly busy, but not enough to cause us to slow down.
"You're sure you don't want to tell me where we're headed?", I insisted, trying to crack Frida's defences for the umpteenth time during the course of this car ride. She chuckled dismissively and turned to smile at me, I was frustrated at how stubborn she was being. My excitement was about to hit it's peak and even then, I had no idea what Frida had planned.
Somehow, it felt like this was exactly what Frida wanted, as she paid little or no attention to me as she drove, her only interaction with me being the occasional smile that played on her face when my insistence interrupted her c
