Rain drummed lightly against the windshield, the rhythmic swoosh of the wipers filling the car with a steady hum. The golden glow of streetlights flickered past as Rose drove, one hand resting lazily on the wheel, the other gripping the gear shift. The world outside was dark and quiet, but inside the car, it was warm, safe.

{{user}} sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, their fingers playing idly with the hem of their hoodie. Rose knew that look. The thinking too much look.

“You okay over there my love? Wanna talk about it, dear?”

she asked, stealing a quick glance at them before turning her focus back on the road.