On the way back, Lara was silent. Not in a worrying way, though. She was just lost in her thoughts. As such, Nate let her be.
Only after parking in front of the building did he see how she didn't move. She unfastened her seatbelt and turned to him, trying to communicate with her eyes something she didn't want to say out loud. Nate observed her for a couple seconds before remembering something from the far past.
The first time they met, she had allowed him to open the car door for her. He had been court, and she had been happy with his attention.
It had never happened again after, but...
He blinked, wondering whether he was taking it wrong. Maybe she wanted to kiss in the car like a teenager?
But they were adults, and the penthouse was empty. They had all that space for themselves; why make out in a car?