NARRATOR'S POV
Awkward- that is the only word that could explain their situation. As the tension grew in their hearts, questions and fear filing up in their minds like a week's worth of dirty laundry.
Yet both could not muster the courage to ask.
What did I do wrong?
What did Rachelle saw?
What happened?
Why am I seeing those images?
What am I missing out?
Who are you?
The thoughts raced just as fast as the car did.
The man's emerald eyes fixed on the road, yet his heart wandering off.
Black orbs looking over the sidewalk, yet her mind had long flown- to the sky and beyond, it went to.
Both wondering, how did the lovely shopping trip turn into an awkward drive home?
Reaching the front of Rachelle's house, Alexander stopped the car. His gentle nature still winning over the awkward predicament. Quickly exiting the car, he opened the door for Rachelle.
