Unrequited miss

"Hey, do you want to hear my guesses again?"

"...."

"Why do people, when they're confused, touch their foreheads?"

"...."

"Answer me, Erica!"

"I don't want to know, Eric."

"Of course like that, it's impossible to hold someone else's forehead! Hahaha!"

Erica looked strangely at the man who had just made a joke. Eric gave the guess, he answered, he laughed at himself. Erica was sure that Eric had really gone mad.

"I have another guess, why—"

"Enough!" cut off Erica. She looked at Eric in annoyance. "What's the matter with you? It's not like your usual self!"

"What do you mean?" asked Eric innocently.

"Stop the car," Erica ordered. The man complied. Move the car to the side of the road.

"What exactly are you planning?" Erica looked scornfully.

"There's nothing to hide."

"Don't lie!"