The journey was long, but it didn't feel that way. The world outside was a blur of colors and shapes, but inside the car, it was just the two of us, cocooned in our own little bubble of time.
We talked about everything and nothing, our conversations ranging from light-hearted banter to deeper, more meaningful discussions about our future.
At one point, Seraphine reached across the console and took my hand in hers, her fingers threading through mine. The simple act sent a spark of warmth through me, and I squeezed her hand in return, feeling the strength and steadiness of her grip.
"Are you nervous?" she asked after a while, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.
"A little," I admitted, glancing at her. "I'm not sure what to expect when we get back."
"Neither am I," she said with a small sigh. "But we'll face it together, whatever it is."
