The ride back to Dron's house was quiet.
The both of them sat in the transport, neither of them looking at the other. It was as if they were going to the greatest of lengths to make sure that they didn't lock eyes.
Tempest thought it was silly.
She wanted to talk about what had happened, but then that would mean that she would actually have to admit that something transpired. Maybe it was better that she didn't.
As they walked to the front door, it seemed as if Dron was full of tension. He quickly started on his way to the back and Tempest knew that he was going to lock himself in his room or he was going to find an excuse to leave the house.
She felt like she was walking on egg shells all over again. Worrying that she'd done something to deserve the ire of the men in her life. She was tired of that. She wasn't about to allow anyone to make her feel as Sam once did. Especially not Dron.
"So I think tonight was a success." Tempest spoke as she stepped further into the house.
