He could feel his heart palpitating inside his chest. He was nervous. He could tell from his sweaty hands as he maneuvered the car in the light traffic.
He was still far from their destination. But he could tell it would be a long ride. He could also sense that it would be like one of those nights. It would be a long one.
"Where are we going?" Rosella asked him as she stared out her window, probably trying to figure out his plans.
He remembered a few times when he would surprise her with a trip or a gift. At first, she would be mad at him because she thought it was too much.
But eventually, she would give in and accept what he had to offer. Sadly, those were bittersweet memories that he was the only one who could remember.
"I thought of taking you to where it all began." He curtly said, but he did not tell her any details. He just smiled before returning his eyes to the road ahead.
