SILENT TREATMENT

You were sitting there in the car, in a parking lot at two am. You wanted to just drive at night, park somewhere and talk, but Chris wasn't talking. He didn't make a peep. He was sitting there in the passenger seat, staring out the window with his hands hidden in the front pocket of his hoodie.

"Chris, what's going on? you've-"

Chris sighed like he was annoyed, turning his head to look at you for a minute before shaking his head and looking away again.