I walked toward him without saying a word. He opened the car door silently, his eyes fixed on me.
I met his gaze, searching for an answer, but he only gestured for me to get in.
I slid into the back seat, and he joined me. The door closed with a heavy thud, and without a word, the driver pulled away.
The car was quiet, and I turned to look at him. He leaned his head back against the seat, eyes fixed on me. That piercing stare made me uncomfortable, but what unsettled me even more was the sudden fear creeping into my chest. Why do I feel this way? Why does his silence scare me so much?
I tried to speak, but the moment my eyes met his, I quickly looked down. He was still staring, still silent. The weight of it pressed down on me until I finally gathered enough courage.
"Babe… how was work today?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound steady, though I couldn't meet his gaze.
"Fine," he answered simply. Then he asked about mine. I said it was fine too.
