ISLA

Zero has been driving for more than thirty minutes. We left the building at 6:50 P.M. I glanced at the wall clock in my living room and now, it was already 7:20 P.M. I was tempted to ask but I’m afraid of the deafening silence between us. It seems like Zero needs some quiet time at this moment.

I badly wanted to lean on the window and just watch the enormous street lights but I’m afraid I might turn the spark off and will break my posture. I just then leaned the back of my head at the headrest of my seat and sighed. Which I thought will not...