Ronan's car cruised smoothly through the quiet night streets. The city lights reflected off the windows, casting shifting shadows across Jeanice's face as she sat silently in the passenger seat.

Ronan glanced at her from time to time but said nothing. The atmosphere in the car was almost too calm… nearly silent. Only the soft hum of the engine and the gentle classical music from the speakers filled the space.

"You look anxious," Ronan finally said, his low voice breaking the silence. "Are you afraid of me?"

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it?"

"Could you drop me off at the bus stop up ahead?" asked Jeanice.

"Huh? Why?...