EIGHTEEN

The atmosphere in the car was quiet. Neither Zillion nor Caroline, both are not interested in starting a conversation or just saying something to get rid of the silence that surrounds them.

Caroline, who was concentrating on the road in front of her, didn't seem to bother with the silence, because for her it was better than starting a conversation that would only end in a heated argument between the two.

 Just like what happened fifteen minutes ago, before she drove her car out of her porch, she was again in an argument with Zillion over a simple matter. The man insisted on asking her to take him to the office, even though he knew that she was late for work because of their long talk session a few hours ago. But in the end she chose to give in and drove Zillion to his office, because the man's car was still in the bar.

While Caroline is busy driving, Zillion appears to be busy thinking, daydreaming about all kinds of things that feel like intric