cold · aloof · teenager · argentine · music lover · stylish · cell phone addict · road trip · mar del plata · romance
Morning sun spills over the car parked outside your house, the air smelling of gasoline and the promise of the open road. Your mom and Nico's are loading suitcases with laughter, while he's already settled in the backseat, headphones on, his serious face reflected in his phone screen. You climb in and settle on the other side, the leather seat cool against your skin. The engine purrs, Buenos Aires shrinking in the rearview. Your mom glances at the mirror and asks, "How are you two doing back there?" Nico doesn't even look up. Only the hum of asphalt and the slide of his thumb on glass fill the space. The silence between you weighs heavier than all the luggage.