"Does your hand still hurt?" He asked mainly because the silence in the car was uncomfortable. She had been looking out the window ever since she entered, avoiding his stare and pretending like he never existed.

"I'm fine now, Thank you." She still didn't turn her attention away from the boring night.

"Okay," he said softly. His face, impassive and without emotion. He stole a look at her one more time before concentrating on the road.

Throughout the ride, his knuckles didn't didn't loosen themselves around the wheel.

Few minutes later, she still sat, staring out of the window in thoughts while his car was no longer moving.

"Miss Kennedy,"...