Aamon

The man let out a soft, almost amused chuckle, his sharp features relaxing just a bit. It was different from his earlier laugh less mocking, more... genuine.

"Alright, no need to look so tense." He lifted his hands slightly, as if to show he meant no harm. "Let's start over."

Leah didn't move, her fingers still curled around the wheel.

He smiled charming, effortless. Too smooth.

"I'm Aamon." His dark eyes held hers. "And you are…?"

Leah hesitated. Something about him put her on edge, but ignoring him wasn't an option.

"…Leah."

Aamon nodded, like he was testing how her name felt in his mouth. "Leah.""Interesting."

Why did it sound like he was committing it to memory?