They drove through the busy streets, the radio playing softly as Salin tried to process the events of the day. He hadn't expected to feel so relieved after telling Jun-Ho everything. The younger man seemed calm, driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh.
That was when Jun-Ho frowned, glancing at the rearview mirror.
— Hm...
Salin noticed the subtle change in his demeanor.
— What is it?
— That car is following us. — He murmured, his voice losing its earlier lightness.
Salin felt his stomach turn.
— Are you sure?
Jun-Ho didn't answer immediately. Instead, he abruptly turned a corner, entering a less crowded side street. The black car behind them mirrored the move.
— Yes.
Salin's heart pounded.
— What now?
Jun-Ho gripped the wheel, a smirk forming on his lips, his gaze sharpening.
— Now we see who's in more of a hurry.
