The drive back home was a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere when they had left earlier.
The only sounds filling the car were the soft melodies playing on the radio and the gentle hum of the engine, punctuated by the occasional passing of another vehicle on the road.
Roman's eyes remained fixed on the asphalt ahead, his mind preoccupied with the tension between him and Bianca.
He broke the silence, his deep voice piercing the stillness. "Gonna tell me what's on your mind?" he asked, his gaze flicking towards Bianca.
But the only response he received was an unsettling quietness. Bianca's lips remained sealed, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of serenity.
Roman's eyes lingered on her for a moment, then returned to the road. Bianca finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, nothing. Just tired."
