Awkward

The car fell silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the soft whoosh of the wind outside. As the houses and buildings whizzed by, Sanya felt a sense of relief wash over her, as if they were leaving their troubles behind. She breathed a deep sigh, feeling the tension in her body ease.

Sandra, sensing her relaxation, placed a gentle hand on Sanya's thigh, her touch warm and comforting. A soft smile creased her face as she parted her lips to speak. "You think he'd want to listen?" Sanya asked, turning to look at Sandra, her eyes searching for reassurance.

Sandra's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, her eyes locked on the horizon. "Of course," she responded, her voice confident and calm. Her hand on Sanya's thigh squeezed gently, as if to emphasize her point.

As they drove on, the silence between them grew comfortable, a sense of understanding and support filling the space. The passing scenery outside - houses, buildings, and trees - became a blur, as if they were hurtl