"I'll sit with you at the front. Let Alisha relax well at the back," Ryan said, entering the car. Zeriel opened the back door and helped Alisha into the car. She turned around and took the driver's seat as Zeriel carefully drove out of the house into the streets.
The journey to the airport was accompanied by a mix of awkward silence and unspoken tension. Alisha stole glances at Zeriel, her mind grappling with the lingering presence of Ryan at the front seat. Meanwhile, Ryan focused on the passing scenery outside, his departure casting a bittersweet shadow over the car.
Zeriel navigated the traffic smoothly, occasionally exchanging polite words with Ryan. Alisha attempted to engage in casual conversation, trying to ease the tension that hung in the air. However, it seemed like an invisible barrier separated the three of them.
