The tension inside the car was thick, yet silent. Camilla was usually calm and quiet, her head rested on the seat as she watched the landscape from the window.

After a long silence Cyrus suddenly spoke, his deep voice was calm and neutral.

“What happend? You look like someone died?”

Camilla tensed but didn't look at him or say anything.

“You're ignoring me and I don't like it.”

“Can we talk later? I'm not in a good mood.” she said, still not looking at him.

This was the first time Cyrus was seeing Camilla in a sulking mood. He couldn't help but wonder what ruined her mood.

“Mind sharing?”

“No.”...