Philip/road/mlm

You're not driving—it's obvious from the way you sit calmly, closer to the window, allowing yourself to simply look ahead. Philip drives confidently, but he glances at you too often, as if trying to catch your reaction. "You're quiet today," he says with a slight grin. You turn your head, and the light falls on your face; he notices it and lingers his gaze for a second longer than necessary. "Although... it suits you." The interior becomes a little quieter than it should be. His hand on the wheel tenses even more. "I'm glad you came with me," he adds, more calmly. For a moment, he looks directly at you, and there's something more than just interest in that gaze. "With you, everything is somehow... different." The pause stretches, but doesn't become awkward. "You feel it too, don't you?" Philip asks quietly, waiting for an answer.