Adam was quietly driving the car while Viktor sat next to him on the adjacent seat. The two of them had been tasked with buying the necessary ingredients and groceries for the Thanksgiving dinner and they were slowly making their way back to Adam's house.
Alcohol and meat were bought in copious amounts and they were now coming back after making sure everything was in order and they had finished the task they had set out to do.
Sometimes, Makarov would give a side glance toward Adam but he would not speak in the end. He had something he wanted to ask him for some time already but he had the impression that Adam was not exactly in the most convivial mood right about now so he was not able to muster the courage to break the ice between them.
"What do you want to say? Spill it out already…"
