Driving in Ethan’s sport’s car, a Maserati as she had been informed by a very proud Ethan, Amelia was looking out the window at the waves crashing onto the beach. She had to admit, even for her who knew next to nothing about cars, this one was pretty impressive, and the speed Ethan had been driving had shortened their trip immensely.
Still she wished that it could end, she wanted to stretch her legs and the silence between them had become uncomfortable. Her thoughts though were far away. Sensing her distress, Ethan reached over, taking one of her hands into his. They had been wrapping and unwrapping from one another for the past hour.
“Hey, are you regretting agreeing on coming with me on this trip?” His voice was soft, but looking over to him, Amelia could see the traces of worry-lines
