Sebastian POV
New York
The drive to Mia's apartment was awfully quiet, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. I glanced at her, sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the window with a distant look in her eyes. She didn't even acknowledge me, her silence speaking volumes.
I had a gnawing feeling that something was wrong, something deeper than a mere headache. I couldn't bear the growing distance between us, the unspoken tension that had crept into our evening.
"Mia, please talk to me, baby?" I implored, my voice tinged with concern. I reached out to touch her, to hold her hand, but she pulled away, her gaze fixed outside the window.
"Did something happen?" I probed gently, searching her face for any hint of what might be bothering her.
Mia simply shrugged her shoulders, her lips sealed tightly. "You tell me," she finally grumbled, her voice laced with frustration.