"I'm so tired."
Nora Scott had just gotten into the car and immediately picked up a cushion to hold in her arms.
Pedro Langley got in right after and closed the door as Nora naturally leaned on him.
His Adam's apple gently slid up and down.
Images of the school uniform photo Nora had sent earlier flashed unbidden in his mind, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
"Let's go back."
Pedro's voice, hoarse and low, directed the driver sitting in front.
The driver, just a tool for the journey, said nothing and drove the car back home.
"Why didn't you wear the school uniform?" Pedro asked, holding Nora and taking in the fresh scent emanating from her.
"I changed out of it after shooting," Nora replied, then asked, "Have you seen the photo?"
"Yeah."
"How did you—"
Before she could finish, she sensed something, raised her head from his shoulder, and caught a faint whiff of tobacco near his collar and neck.
She squinted her eyes, "Smoking again?"
