A soft exhale escaped from Curly as he stepped into the car and took a seat in the passenger seat, looking up to see his driver closing the door before walking around the car to open the front door and taking a seat in the driver seat, turning on the engine.

...

As they started to drive, Curly leaned back into the backrest of the passenger seat, his body felt slightly tense from all the photo shooting, interviewing... and blaa, bla, bla..— other stuff that he had to do back at the place.

The suit he was wearing crumpled slightly as he crossed his arms across his chest, resting one leg on the other. The man averted his gaze from looking through the window to his driver in the front seat.

'Hmm...'

His eyes darted down at the other's hands on the steering wheels, looking at them for a moment before looking back up to look at the driver's side profile, watching them focusing on the road as they drove down the street.

After a moment of silence, Curly decided to speak up, finally breaking the barrier between them.

".. Soo..— how was your day going? Anything interesting happened, {{user}}?"