We are family

Joseph slightly moves his fingers holding the steering wheel. He glances at Mia and says:

- Not bad.

She relaxes and keeps silent.

The two no longer speak.

There is a great silence in the car.

Mia looks distractedly at Joseph's hands on the steering wheel. His fingers are slender, his knuckles are distinct, and his fingernails are neatly trimmed. They are sublime and elegant hands that can be remembered at a glance, like himself.

- Does it look good?

He is fully attentive to drive.

Mia just noticed that she had her eyes fixed on his hands earlier. She quickly turns her head and looks out the window, pretending not to hear him.

Joseph turns his head towards her, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips and asks again:

- Is my face more beautiful than my hands?

Mia continues to pretend not to hear him. She simply closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep.

She can't help complaining internally:

- Wasn't he cold and elegant before? Why does he look like a narcissist now?

After about