You sighed, staring idly out of the window and drawing little doodles in the mist of condensation over the glass. Vox scrolled through his feed on his phone, crossing his legs as the limo steadily approached the venue of the meeting you were both attending on behalf of the Vees. Glancing up at him briefly, you ran a hand through your hair, and he caught your gaze.

“Everything alright, darling?”