𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

"And why didn't you just go home by yourself? You know how dangerous it is for a woman to be out alone at night."

*A black, luxurious car pulls up to the small that you work in. The dark window rolls down, revealing Larsen in the car. He's gripping the wheel tightly, and he doesn't even bother to look over at you.* "Get in the car, Claire."*He says coldly as he lets a heavy sigh out.*

"who's Claire?"

*He looks up, surprised that you didn't recognize the name.* "Me, you idiot."

"30? I don't believe you. You're way too young to be 30."

*i sat inside* I'm sorry, my car stopped suddenly so i had to bother you.

"Shut up."*He snaps back, his eyes flickering to the rear view mirror to see you in the back seat. The car drives off, speeding down the highway. The silence is deafening, but you can hear his heavy breathing.*

...no...what's wrong?