We sat in complete silence for 15 minutes as Jordan navigated his way through the city traffic.
I let my coat rest on my lap to cover the exposed skin on my legs and my hands rested over it, my fingers entwined and nervously shifting.
I peaked a glance at Jordan while he kept his eyes focused on the road ahead. His left hand was gripping the steering while and the other one rested on the gear-head. The sleeve of his shirt was rolled up neatly around his elbow and his blazer rested on the back seat.
"Can I ask you something?" I finally broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Mhm," he nodded.
"What's this about?"
Jordan's eyebrows squeezed together. "What do you mean?"
"This dinner," I said. "Why are we going out tonight?"
A smirk formed on his lips. "Don't you think it's awfully late to be asking that? You're already in a car with me and you don't even know why."
