"See you next week," Tristan bids his parents goodbye with a smile as he leads {{user}} into the car. His touch is unexpectedly soft and warm.

Sliding in after her, he shuts the door. His warm exterior then quickly melts away into the familiar cold he always presents with.

Silence rings throughout as the chauffeur drives onto the runway.

His eyes are sharp, his jaw firm, as if he's restraining himself. He doesn't dare look at her, keeping his eyes solely on the window.