The car glided smoothly through the city streets. Inside, a quiet tension hummed—oddly comfortable for Rex, but wildly chaotic for Daisy. Morning light filtered through the windshield in soft streaks, casting a golden glow across Rex's face and making his already sharp features look unfairly perfect.
Daisy told herself not to look at him. She really tried. But every now and then, her gaze betrayed her—stealing a glance, then quickly darting away like a guilty child caught sneaking a cookie.
Trying to ease the silence, Rex glanced over with a relaxed smile. "So, first time we're actually talking, huh? Feels weird after months of sharing classes."
Daisy smiled faintly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it does. Guess we've both just been doing our own thing."
"Right?" Rex laughed. "You're always with your gang, and surrounded by fans."
"And I thought you were allergic to human interaction," she teased.
Rex gave a mock wince. "Ouch. But not entirely untrue."
