"Stay here…" Daisy said as she opened the car door, her voice firmer than she expected. "Please… stay."
Her eyes met Elias's, not demanding, but pleading, asking him, just this once, not to make things worse, ask or speak.
After the call ended earlier, she checked her phone and found the message from the property agent, Jasmine wasn't lying about that part, at least. The showing was today. And somehow, it made sense. Instead of running or avoiding the storm, Daisy asked Elias to drive her home. She didn't want to prolong the inevitable.
"I'll be back soon," she added, stepping out and shutting the door before he could offer a smirk or a teasing line that would've cracked her resolve.
Jasmine was already standing near the gate, arms crossed, craning her neck to peek into the sports car.
"Who is that?" she asked, eyes glinting with interest. The calculating kind.
