Chapter 121 Where Are We Going?

• Anna leaned back into the passenger seat, the warmth of Martin's compliment still tingling on her cheeks. She tried to play it cool, focusing her gaze out the window and watching the rain fall outside. But she could not deny the way her heart fluttered, the way his simple presence lightened the heavy fog of worry that had clung to her for the past two days.
• Martin remained silent, and every now and then, when she stared in his direction, she would see worry lines on his forehead. Something was on his mind, but it was not her place to ask him about it. Yet. Maybe if-no, when-whatever this was between them became defined, then she would be able to ask him such personal questions.
• Anna folded her arms, hugging herself. The silence was beginning to get to her. "Come on. Just tell me, where are we going?" she asked, finally breaking the quiet.