Carmen tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, her other hand resting against the gear shift, but her eyes flicked to me every few seconds.
Traffic was a nightmare.
The streets of New York were filled with honking cars, impatient drivers, and the kind of congestion that made it feel like we were moving at a snail's pace.
The red glow of brake lights stretched out ahead of us in an endless line, and I knew that at this rate, it would take forever to get wherever Carmen was taking me.
But Carmen didn't seem to mind.
If anything, she seemed amused.
"You're staring," she murmured without looking away from the road.
I scoffed. "I am not."
Carmen smirked. "You are. You're trying to figure out where I'm taking you."
I huffed, crossing my arms. "It's not fair that you get to know and I don't."
"It's more fun this way."
I rolled my eyes. "For you, maybe."
