When Charles McIntosh stopped the car, Lilac Serval was still asleep.
McIntosh took out a cigarette from the pack and held it between his fingers.
He didn't light it, he just toyed with the lighter quietly.
Outside was a deep night sky, a heavy blanket of black interwoven with white mist.
Inside the car, it was completely silent.
McIntosh sat without moving, while Lilac slept soundly beside him.
Half an hour later, she stirred from her sleep, bleary-eyed and confused, only then realizing that the car had stopped at some point.
"We're not going anymore?" Lilac asked in a hoarse voice.
Her blurry eyes looked at the man sitting in the driver's seat.
"You really let your guard down, sleeping so soundly in my car."
"What do I need to guard against? Are you going to drug me? Doesn't matter, we've never been to bed together anyway, so giving it a try doesn't bother me." Lilac murmured carelessly.