Charlie, Luciana, and Oscar settled in Oscar's car, leaving Helen and Magnar alone in theirs. As they sat together, Helen couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over her. The way things had unfolded made her nervous, and she found herself shivering slightly despite the warmth of the car.
"Seatbelt," Magnar said softly, noticing that Helen hadn't fastened hers yet. But Helen was too lost in her thoughts to hear him. She was replaying the events of the day, wondering why she felt so on edge. Was it because she was alone with him? Or was it something more?
Magnar noticed her distant expression and began to worry. She wasn't herself—she looked lost, almost as if something was bothering her. *Was she bored?* he wondered. *Was she angry? Or did she not like sitting with me?* His mind raced through all the conversations they'd had, especially the ones over text. *Did I go overboard?* he thought, second-guessing every message he'd sent.
