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The morning air hit my cheeks like ice, making me tug fruitlessly at the neck of my turtleneck, wishing I could just disappear into it. I heard the front door shut behind me, and even before I turned, I could tell it was him. Adrien had this way of filling the space around him...a quiet, heavy presence that always settled over me before he even said anything.
He stayed silent at first, just walking past me with his keys in hand, his jaw set tight. Each step felt charged with a frustration that twisted my stomach. I followed him down the driveway, partially because I needed to get to school, but mostly because I sensed he wasn't done silently critiquing the sweater clinging to my neck.
He opened the driver's side door and paused to look over the car at me. His face was hard to read, but his voice cut through the air.
"Get in," he said flatly.
I blinked. "What?"
