QThe drive to the club would have been extremely silent if Tristan hadn't put on some music she couldn't help but bounce her feet to, even though she hadn't heard it before.
But while her feet bounced, her mind wandered to places that were quite far.
She tried to imagine what the club was going to look like, the kind of people that were going to be present, the kind of things they were going to be doing, and what they were wearing.
She created images in her head, even though she couldn't help but feel they weren't going to count because she didn't have the faintest idea of what to expect.
An involuntary sigh escaped her lips, causing Tristan to glance at her for a moment, studying her face before turning back to the road.
"You don't like the music?" He asked with an arched eyebrow.
"The music? No! I think I love it. It's a nice one." She complimented, letting a small smile grace her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes. That alone told Trist that something was definitely up.
