I want to dance with Rafael

Hazel struggled with the car door, frustration etched on her face as she prodded Francisco with both her hands and knees. He remained stiff, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, Francisco ordered the driver to head directly to the mansion.

“Drive home quickly.”

His terse command hung in the air, emphasizing the gravity of his mood. The driver, experienced at discerning his boss's temper, nodded subtly and accelerated the car.

"I want to go back…"

"Hey, stop the car."

The driver, recognizing the intensity of his boss's glare through the rearview mirror, chose to ignore Hazel's plea. He kept his focus on the road, determined to fulfill Francisco's instructions promptly.

Undeterred, Hazel persisted.

"Let me go."

She extended her hands towards the door, attempting to unlock it in a desperate bid to change their course.

The car sped through the city streets, each passing moment adding to the tension inside. Hazel's attempts to alter their destination were met