The silence stretched on, thick and heavy. Mira leaned back in her seat, trying to ignore the uneasy flutter in her stomach. She tried to focus on the moment and make the best of the ride, but worry clouded her mind. Something wasn't right, and the more she tried to ignore it, the more it gnawed at her.
Her thoughts were a blur as she glanced at Zamian. His face remained stoic, his eyes focused on the road ahead. But she could feel it—the tension radiating from him, thick in the air between them. There was something unsettling in the way he held himself, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, the way his jaw clenched every now and then.
Without warning, Zamian reached for his phone again, his movements sharp and deliberate. Mira stiffened at the sound of the click as he unlocked the screen. She didn't have time to ask before he was already on the phone, his voice a low murmur that barely registered in the silence of the car.
