The Maybach headed homeward.
Five minutes into the ride, Christine sat on the left side of the back seat, Adrian on the right, separated by a center console. An odd silence filled the car, with neither speaking a word.
Christine stole a glance to her right. Adrian was leaning against the window, eyes closed, resting.
Outside, the nighttime streetscape shifted, casting alternating light and shadow across his sculpted features, playing over his prominent nose. His thin lips and sharp jawline contributed to an overwhelming aura of unapproachability, though the soft hair falling across his forehead added a touch of humanity.
Christine felt she should explain something. Gathering her courage, she spoke: "...I wasn't planning to take his ride."
Her voice echoed in the air-conditioned back seat.
