The yellow Lamborghini cruised through the city and under the darkness of the sky . For a car like this , it was moving at a very unhurried pace . The driver behind the neatly covered leather steering wheel was either too exhausted from his earlier outrage or , if not that , then he appeared to be rather despondent which lead to the whole ride from the club to my apartment stretching out . Firstly , from the speed he was driving , or lack there of . Secondly , it was because neither one of us said a word .
The teasing , daring man that picked me up was not the same as the one that drove me back home . I itched to ask if he was okay , or if he was mad at me , or if his hand was hurt because it certainly did look like it was . I secretly spared a glance at the knuckles of his hand that wra
