"Calvin,"
Tiffany clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, her fingers digging into the fabric as an overwhelming sense of inadequacy surged within her.
She couldn't meet his gaze, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We... we're not right for each other."
What she really wanted to say was that she wasn't good enough for Calvin.
But pride sealed her lips, the words lodged painfully in her throat.
Unseen, her nails bit into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks behind.
"Fine."
Calvin studied her in silence, his sharp eyes catching the faint redness at the corners of hers.
A bitter, self-mocking smile tugged at his lips, and the warmth in his gaze faded into something colder, darker.
"Got it."
Without another word, he turned the ignition, the engine roaring to life.
The car lurched forward, speeding down the road as his striking features hardened into an unreadable mask.
The drive passed in suffocating silence.
Not a single word was exchanged.
