The drive was smooth.
Anna sat behind Jacob, the gun pointed threateningly at his back and him — Jacob, driving steadily almost as if there was a plan in his head.
He was smiling, and Anna could see that smile.
For some reason, she was feeling as if something was about to happen. She held the gun tight, afraid that he might turn and grab it away from her.
But her chest tightens, almost as if she was suffocating, but she doesn't.
Breathing in and out, she angrily fired at the window of the car just beside him and Jacob's back ran cold with dread.
"Why are you smiling?"
That shot seemed to ring in the air, almost as if a deafening silence had taken over the ambience.
Anna was wary…
"You're planning something—"
Jacob did not say, instead his already startled heart seemed to calm and he resumed his plot.
"I'm not planning anything ok, and please do not shoot at the window like that again."
