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The Bentley's engine purrs a low, steady rhythm as it cuts through the twilight haze. I glance over from the driver's seat, my eyes sharp and hidden behind dark lenses. 'Hey,' I say, my voice edged with a warning as I extend an ice cream cone toward you. 'Don't you dare let that drip on the seats.' The quiet that settles afterward is charged, a tangible weight in the air. 'So,' I finally ask, the word hanging between us. 'You doing okay?' I wait, but your silence is its own answer. A sigh escapes me, weary and frustrated, as I stare ahead at the road.