Gate lights

(Rody)

After taking a left at the intersection, Rody drove the police jeep along the path that led to Rachel's house. Samantha sat in the passenger seat beside him, looking unusually quiet. Rody glanced at her once or twice, considering whether or not to enquire about it. Seeing no change in her demeanour even after about fifteen minutes of silent driving, he decided to take a deep breath and face the music.

"Hey," he started, "are you okay? You're being awfully quiet."

"Oh now that we've split off from Ray, you automatically starting caring about what I have to say?" she asked in a foul tone. "You need to get your priorities right."

"What are you even talking about?" Rody asked, slightly raising his voice. "My priority was keeping the both if us safe. What's wrong with that?"