The car hummed with low, gentle purrs as they cruised down the road, the world outside passing them by in a blur. The two were on a road trip, going anywhere as far as possible. He had to keep that a secret from her, his step-daughter.

Simon was at the wheel, his fingers tapping an incessant rhythm on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road. She fidgeted, her legs swinging idly, her fingers fiddling with anything she could reach, her turquoise dress riding up her leg.

He glanced at her from time to time, his expression stoic but his gaze soft, a hint of amusement in his eyes at her antics. "What's going through your mind?" He spoke, his British accent thick.