The car moved speedily along the deserted road as Zack leaned comfortably in the back seat, legs crossed with calculated ease.
His eyes were focused, lips curled into a faint, amused smile as he played his favorite puzzle game on the iPad in his hands. The swift motion of his fingers danced across the screen, matching the calm but intense concentration in his demeanor.
"I wonder if there's any puzzle as good as this," he muttered to himself. "I'm already reaching the end of this game."
He sighed, the soft clicking sound of the puzzle pieces locking into place echoing in the silent, moving vehicle. Each click brought a small, strange satisfaction to Zack.
Finally, as if something significant had clicked into place—both in the game and in his mind—Zack let the iPad slip to the side. He crossed his arms and leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze flickering up to meet the driver's eyes through the rearview mirror. The driver flinched slightly when their eyes met.
