Driver's POV:
What an awkward situation I've landed in. The two of them sat stiffly, faces turned away, but I could feel it—he was teasing her without a word. The air between them was crackling.
Cute couple, if you ask me... though "cute" might not be the right word.
Five minutes on the road had never felt so suffocating.
Then her sharp voice cut through the air like a blade, "Stop the car. Over there."
I saw her cheeks flushed a deep, furious red. A vein pulsed at her temple. The way she wrestled with the handle, I feared she'd snap my poor door clean off.
"M-Ma'am, please, easy!"
Not the door-it's innocent. Quarrel with your boyfriend, not my car lady.
"Why is this door not opening?!" she snapped at me, eyes blazing like it was my fault.
I leaned over, checked the lock. Strange-it was stuck, though it had been working perfectly all day. "Looks like it's jammed. If you don't mind, you can step out from the other side."
I turned my gaze to the man beside her. Wow. The kind of aura he carried... expensive, polished. He sat perfectly still, dark suit impeccable, silver watch glinting in the overhead light. Even sitting still, he seemed untouchable. Rich for sure.
"Sir, could you cooperate, please?"
For a second, I thought he'd refuse. But he only gave a soft, almost amused smile.
"Alright," he said, and then slid out with the ease of someone used to attention. His polished leather shoes whispered against the pavement.
Riding with devils, that's what it felt like.
She slid across the seat to exit, but the moment she stepped out— Whoa! he was already there, tall and immovable, blocking her path. The air outside the car grew heavy, their silent tension flooding even through the closed windows.
From my vantage point, I watched her rigid shoulders and his casual lean. It was a fight without words, and the air around them felt as heavy as hot steam.
The door shut with a firm thud. I couldn't hear a word, but their movements told the story: her stiff shoulders, his relaxed stance, like he was mocking her.
Then suddenly-she turned her head toward me. Her glare hit me like a thunderbolt. The scariest look I'd ever seen.
My hands fumbled, grabbing my phone. "Y-yeah, hello? …Uh-huh, right…" I pretended to take a call, praying she'd look away. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
A second later, she stormed off, fists clenched tight.
The man slipped back into the car, closing the door behind him. A smile lingered on his lips, faint but satisfied, as though he'd just won a battle no one else could see.
I cleared my throat, put the car in gear, and drove off without a word. Best not to get involved.