Alina leaned her head back against the leather. "Just thinking about how many miles we’ve covered. Not just tonight. Everything."
"You're quiet tonight," Vescan said, his voice barely rising above the hum of the heater. Vescan cu Alina Eremia - In Dreapta Ta
They had been driving for hours with no destination in mind. On the dashboard, the clock ticked toward midnight, but time felt irrelevant. The radio played a soft, acoustic melody, but the real song was the history shared in that cramped space—the arguments, the laughter, and the quiet moments of realization. Alina leaned her head back against the leather
"I’ve always got you," he said, turning the wheel to merge onto the open highway. "As long as you’re in that seat, we’re going the right way." Everything
In the passenger seat, Alina watched the droplets race across the glass. She didn't have to look at the driver to know his expression. Vescan kept his eyes on the road, hands gripping the wheel with a familiarity that bridged the silence between them. This car was their sanctuary, a small, moving world where the outside noise couldn't reach.