'His car smells just like him,' was the first thought that popped into Scarlett's head as she settled into the front seat of Jean's car and reached for the seat belt.
Jean, who was still standing by the door he had held open for her, hesitated for a moment as though he had something to say, but then he simply let out a breath, closed the door softly and walked over to the driver's side.
Scarlett had agreed to let him drive her because that was the most sensible thing to do, regardless of her hateful feelings towards him, and she had been unable to come up with any coherent counter-arguments against the logical part of her brain, so there they were.
She had told him the hospital address, and neither of them had spoken since then.
As they drove through the winding cobblestone Roman roads, they soon hit a mild traffic, and then it started to rain.
