THE DARK asphalt roared under the blue car. The owner, the young woman that stared at It, was waiting patiently and observing what had been her 16th birthday gift… At least in papers. Adda let out a sigh she didn't know she had been holding, and then put her phone in her pocket again. She waited for his father to stop the car in front of her and then, a click was her sign to get inside the vehicle. She forced her frozen legs to move, feeling like the plant of her feet had been glued to the floor. Once she had opened the back door and claimed her spot on a seat, she smiled at her father.
“Hello”.
Her words were met with silence and Adda’s smile turned awkward as she tightened It.
“Hi”.
The responder’s voice was hoarse and slow, dry as always, and Adda understood she would have to be as attentive as possible with her father.
