TAYLOR
The morning sun bathed the city in a soft, golden light as our car glided through its bustling streets. Vladimir, with a grip on the steering wheel that betrayed the tension within, took the driver's seat. Anton and Diane occupied the back seats, exchanging polite but strained conversation, adding to the palpable unease in the vehicle.
I sat in the front seat beside Vladimir, acutely aware of the complexities at play. Tension hung in the air like an invisible shroud, casting a shadow over the picturesque surroundings. Vladimir's attention was fixed on Anton, his scrutinizing glances subtle but unmistakable. He made no effort to conceal his discomfort, and his jaw was clenched, revealing his irritation.
Anton, ever the optimist, continued to share his plans for the day with unwave
