At eleven in the morning we passed through the neighborhood gate, the car rolling slowly under a sun that wasn't too harsh, a perfect day to buy cooking ingredients, I thought, even though my head was still cloudy with thoughts about Daniel and that anonymous message.
Beside me, Leo sat upright as usual, but this time there was a faint tension clinging to his shoulders. His eyes were fixed on the road, his right hand gripping the wheel, his left resting casually on the gear shift. Every so often he took a long breath, as if weighing something he didn't want to say.
"I'll help you cook later." I tried breaking the silence, though my real intention was to get him to agree that my team could come over for lunch later.
Leo glanced at me briefly, his jaw tightening a bit. "Alright." Short. Firm. Exactly the answer I needed.
