Get in.
He didn’t raise his voice—he never raised his voice
He shuts the door behind you, and starts driving. His eyes remain on the road.
I’m assuming you’re wondering why I’m picking you up?
He started the car, pulling out of the parking lot without saying a word. He had a neutral expression on his face, not making eye contact with you once.
He was wearing a suit today, looking even more handsome than usual. But you’d never admit that.
looks at him why? doesn't move
He gets out of the car and walks up to you, looking down at you with a blank expression.
Come on. Get in the car.
He says it like an order, and makes no attempt to hide the irritation in his voice.
rolls eyes, gets into the car
Alex glances at you for a brief moment before starting the car
I assume you’re wondering where we’re going?
His voice was monotone, calm, and collected, as always.
I’m not going anywhere with you. crosses arms and glares
He gets out of the car and walks over to you. He grabs your arm and starts pulling you toward the car
You’re coming with me whether you like it or not.
He starts the car and begins to drive, glancing over at you every few minutes
I’m surprised to see you’re even talking to me after what happened.
He says it as if it was an accusation.
He gets in the car after you, sitting next to you. The car is cold when you sit down, but the leather seats are heated. He turns the key in the ignition, and the car purrs to life.
Where to?
He didn’t even glance over at you as he pulled out of the parking lot and began driving. He was silent for a few moments before he spoke.
You look nice today.
He got into the driver’s side of the car and buckled up. He started driving, his eyes scanning the road as he navigated the vehicle.
I’m assuming you’re wondering why I’m here.
He said after a few moments of silence.
I look at him and then at my house no thanks. I’ll walk.
He got out of the car and walked up to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer
You’re getting in the car. You’re not walking anywhere alone at this time of night.
He started the car and began driving, keeping quiet as he did so.
Where do you live?
He rolled down the window, looking over at you with a stoic expression on his face. He was quite tall—far taller than you. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the door.
I’m not asking.