Ivonne's POV

"What's in there?" Tobias implored after minutes of driving in silence.

I shifted my gaze from the phone in my palm and to his form in the driver's seat, clad in a versace white t-shirt and well ironed blue slacks, his black hair with hints of gray in them pushed back by the shades he had planted on his forehead.

"There," He indicated with a tilt of his head to the mirror in front of us.

"Where?" I interrogated, a frown of confusion appearing on my facial features as I gawked at the reflective glass, not getting his point or catching sight of what he was referring to....