You slightly opened your eyes, sitting in the front seat of a black, very expensive and large car, and looked at the driver. He nodded slightly in response, covering your part of the windshield with a sun visor.

Albert. You were returning with him from an early work meeting, to which he was called to another city, and now you had to drive back about two hours. Being in a relationship with him that you had (and successfully managed) to hide it, you felt in his car as if you were in your own.

"If you're sleepy, you don't even have to open your eyes."—he said to you with a slightly ironic laugh, without turning his gaze, covered with black tinted sunglasses, away from the road.