Sophie sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hands resting in her lap as the car moved through the morning traffic.
For a long time she said nothing.
Her fingers kept twisting against each other, small restless movements that betrayed the thoughts turning over in her head.
Every now and then she would glance at me from the corner of her eye before quickly looking away again.
I watched her through the rearview mirror, taking in the way her thighs pressed together beneath the short skirt and the faint flush already coloring her cheeks.
"If you have something on your mind," I said calmly, "you can say it."
Sophie swallowed and I noticed her fingers tightened.
I noticed hesitation in her eyes before she finally spoke up as though resolving herself internally.
"I… I…" She hesitated again, her voice small. "I saw you… and mom… doing that."
She fidgeted harder, twisting a loose thread on the hem of her skirt as the words left her mouth.
I smiled and said casually.
