"So where are we headed to?" I ask , while looking out the window at all the trees we are passing by.
"I'm taking you to the place where we've first founded each other." He says. Looking at the road , but I can feel a comforting squeeze on my hand.
I feel safe when I'm near him these days. One feeling that I never in my wildest dreams thought would be given off by the one and only Alexander Gonzales.
"The wooden mansion?" I ask. Smiling at my little nickname for the fancy cabin Alex's family owns.
"Oh so that's what you are calling it these days." Alex states and I can see a small smile appear on his lips , such a rear sight.
"You should smile more often." I say. Finally developing the balls to just say what I have on my mind.
He takes a glimpse of me before focusing on the road infront of us. "You should then give me more reasons to smile." He replies with a very cocky tone to it.
"I'll write that down somewhere to remember." I joke.