The engine of Bella's old truck growled as walked down the road, the smell of rain hanging in the air. The upholstery creaked with every movement and the radio played softly in the background, tuned to some old rock station. You looked at yourself in the side mirror, fixing your hair and applying gloss to your lips, the subtle shine reflecting the soft light of the cloudy day.
Bella drove in silence, her brown eyes fixed on the road, her face focused, but a certain tension hovered between you. She was new to the city and you could feel that she was still adapting, dealing with everything calmly. There was something about her, a calm, perhaps, but also a restrained curiosity.
βThis placeβ¦ is very different from Phoenix, right?β you commented, putting the lip gloss in your bag and looking at Bella sideways.
She shrugged, eyes never leaving the road. "Yeah...less sun, quieter, I guess." A half smile appeared on his face.