Hermia tried to sit still, her shoulders tense, her hands clutching the dress bag like it was a lifeline.
Niklaus, on the other hand, was studying her intently.
The way her brows furrowed, the way her fingers twitched nervously—it was all so endearing.
She was like a puzzle, and he wanted to piece her together.
"You look like you're about to jump out of the car," he said, his voice breaking the silence.
Hermia startled, turning to face him. "I'm just… processing," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Processing what?" he asked, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.
"Why you're doing this," she admitted, her gaze dropping to her lap. "Why me?"
Niklaus leaned back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Because I want to."
His simple answer didn't satisfy her, but before she could press further, the car slowed to a stop.
"We're here," Niklaus announced.
