3 Steps Of Fun.

Of all the car rides Hugo has had in his short time as a Casanova, this was the most awkward. 

The silence in the car was suffocating. 

Not the comfortable, relaxed kind where two people could just enjoy each other's company without speaking—no, this was the awkward kind. 

It was the kind that made Hugo feel like he was driving a funeral procession instead of taking a girl out for a fun night. 

The soft hum of the Benz's engine filled the empty space between them, the city lights flashing past as Hugo tightened his grip on the steering wheel, sneaking a glance at Emily, who was sitting in the passenger seat with her hands neatly folded in her lap, staring out the window like she was deep in thought.

Hugo knew enough to know that she wasn't actually deep in thought, she simply didn't know what to say!

She was clueless about how to start

 conversation!

Man, this is rough.