Zayden switched off the music, letting the soft notes fade away as he glanced over at Ziana, who had slipped into a peaceful slumber in her seat. Moving quickly, he adjusted the roof, sealing the windows against the chilly night wind. A small, affectionate smile formed on his lips as he watched her snuggled in her seat, her body turning toward him as she absorbed the warmth from the heater.
A few strands of her hair fell across her face as she shifted, obscuring his view of her features. Leaning in slightly, Zayden gently brushed the strands behind her ear, revealing the tranquil expression that graced her features. She didn't conform to society's typical standards of beauty, yet her uniqueness made her stand out among the many faces he had encountered over his long existence.
