YIREN
The car is suffocatingly quiet, the kind of silence that makes every tiny movement feel exaggerated. Shishi is driving, focused on the road, with Suyin next to him in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing back at us through the rearview mirror. I'm not sure if they saw anything but I'm sure they can sense something's wrong the way Jun declared we are leaving.
In the backseat, it's just me, Jun, and Bear. Of course, Bear claimed the window seat and went to Dreamland, leaving me squished in the middle, right next to Jun.
Not that I mind. I do mind. Dammit, I don't.
At least, I shouldn't mind. This is all pretend. Everything that happened tonight, from the fake relationship to the way Jun swooped in like some dark knight when Chris cornered me—it's just part of the act. We're playing roles, nothing more.
