(Author's POV)
Myra walked towards the driver's side and then knocked on the window. Fabian was puzzled by her abrupt actions. He lowered the glass window and was about to ask her, but before he could, she said, "I don't want to go home right now, Fabian," her voice came out a little husky. "I want to relax."
"I~ …. understand. I get it. But why did you get out of the car? Get inside, otherwise you will catch a cold. I will take you somewhere peaceful and relaxing, umm~ .... " he suggested as he kept gazing at her profile, mesmerized by it. The street light made her look ethereal and divine.
"I want to take on the wheels. If it is alright with you?" she asked. Her mind was clogged with thoughts, bombarded by Alaric's words, so she wanted to divert her attention, and driving was the only way right now.
