Riley
I watch as Tristan drives, strangely fascinated as he shifts gears, his hand tightening around the steering wheel with the veins popping out. I never understood why women freaked out about it, but dear lord, I do now. "Are you going to stare at me the entire drive?" He asks, a smirk on his lips.
"If you don't mind." I reply, not nothing to look away now that I know I have been caught. What is the point of looking away when I don't want to look anywhere but him.
"I don't mind at all, but can we talk while you stare at me or is multitasking not your thing?" Arrogant ass.
"I thought we were saving conversation topics for when we make it to the restaurant." I tell him, not really sure what to talk about. I hardly ever talk about myself, not much to say seeing as I can only remember
