She slips into the car, buckling up and looking around. Something in the back of her mind tells her it’s a nice car, and she brushes her fingers over the radio console before sitting back. She spends a lot of time watching him as they drive, his hands on the steering wheel and gearshift, the way he pays attention to the road and the other drivers. There’s a moment when she senses the hunter, on the outer edge of her awareness, and freezes, barely breathing as they go by.
Derek kept his eyes on the road the entire time that he drove. He pushed on some music to help ease the silence between them. It wasn’t like she could say much anyways, but he couldn’t look over at her explaining herself when he was behind the wheel. It didn’t take long to get to his loft and he parked the car before he said anything. “We’re here.” He got out and started walking towards the place, expecting her to follow.
She trailed obediently behind him, huddling her hood up around her ears. The building was huge, not at all what she expected — but she wasn’t sure what she expected. She stuck very close to him as they went inside. Up the elevator. To the top? And then he pulled open the great metal door, and she stared at the huge window that met her eyes.