My Dad's Friend: 48

My elbow was mashed against the window as the car moved on the road, while the back of my fingers was clasped against my lips, relinquished in my thoughts. I embezzled a side glance at the driver of the car. His gaze was welded on the road, his hands moving on the wheels and his expression was barren, something similar to what I always see on Sean but less concrete.

I was succumbing in anticipation and I could tell Jarvis was not any better, we both loathed being clueless about a situation and Gabriel had chosen to do just that since he picked us up from the University, we had been on the road for more than thirty minutes and every second that ratified by felt like it was squirming and felt like misery and I couldn't wait to get out of it.

Another minute went by and only the breathings of three men could be felt in the car, the anxiety fixed, thickening the air around us, it was starting to feel rather suffocating and I was getting depleted