Chapter 8

Silence settled over the room and I glanced over at him, seeing that he, like me, was gazing at the view lost in thought. I don't know how long we remained like this, but the stillness was broken by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Still with a little difficulty, he took the phone from his pants pocket and answered without even seeing who it was.

"Hello? Hello?" he repeated. Seeing that he was not answered, he stared at the cell phone screen and frowned, putting it away soon after.

The silence was again present, and although it was not at all uncomfortable, it still made me uneasy.

"I know it's none of my business, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to drive home," he turned his attention away from the view ahead and stared at me, his gaze meeting mine, which stared back at him.

The half-light illuminated his face, and his opaque eyes seemed to want to unravel mine through the absence of sound. For a few moments I felt disconcerted, his curious and silent analysis made so