Stepping Out

Leah exhaled, glancing around. The town was eerily quiet, the only sound was the hum of her car's engine. Every instinct screamed at her to stay inside.

But Aamon… he didn't seem dangerous. Not in an obvious way.

Slowly, she reached for the door handle and pushed it open, stepping out into the cool night air. Her boots crunched against the pavement as she straightened, her eyes locked on him.

Aamon watched her closely, his expression unreadable. Like he was studying her.

"Brave," he murmured, his lips twitching in amusement.

Leah crossed her arms. "You asked me to step out, so here I am. Now what?"

Aamon tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glinting. "Now... you answer my question."

His tone was light, almost casual. But Leah wasn't stupid. There was weight behind his words.

"Why are you here, Leah?"