The car hummed softly as the city lights blurred past them. Inside, a heavy silence hung between Jason and Veronica. The tension was palpable, and Jason, sitting with his hands loosely on the wheel, glanced sideways at her. He was the one driving this time, something he had asked her to allow him to do.
She sat with her arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes staring out of the window, though it was clear her mind wasn't focused on the view.
Jason thought he cleared it up before, but it seemed she was still angry. Damn it. The easiest ways to make someone who was already angry stop being angry was to make sure that you were either angrier, or you were apathetic.
Two people can't both be in the angry boat. But that was also the thing. Jason was not allowed to be angry at this moment. He was partially in the wrong.
Jason cleared his throat. "Veronica, I—"
