FAYE
There was silence in the car.
The sound of the engine, the faint blur of passing trees and buildings outside the window, the occasional shift of Alexander's hand on the steering wheel—it all blended into something calm.
And yet, I couldn’t ignore the way he kept looking at me.
A glance here.
Another there.
Quick, controlled, like he didn’t want to linger too long—but he still did.
At first, I pretended not to see it, because I wasn't in the mood for a conversation.
I kept my gaze forward, my fingers loosely resting against my bag on my lap, trying to ignore him.
But then it happened again.
And this time, when I turned slightly, I caught him before he could look away.
My brows pulled together just a little.
“…What?” I asked softly.
My voice came out quiet.
There was a bri
