A TAD SCARY

DYLAN

After I hit her with the confession that I am the owner of the company where she works, she stays completely quiet. She doesn't utter a single word even when I help her gather her things, usher her out of the building and into my car, or when I put it in drive and start rolling down the street.

I flick a glance in her direction, and she is simply staring out the window, with her head leaning against it.

"You know you have to tell me where to take you eventually, right? I don't think you want your parents to see you in this state." I say softly.

At that, she finally turns to look at me, her expression heavily dazed. "Can we just drive around for a bit? I don't think I can stomach being alone right now."

I nod once. "I understand."

We keep going round and round without a single destination until I look at the time and see that it's at 9 pm.

"Jenna. We've been driving around for a while. It's time for us to go home and get some rest. You still have work tomorrow."

She glares