InsaneJournal

I don't care how you get to me
Who: Damian and Kajsa
When: Mid-morning
Where: Treble Clef

Kajsa’s brain was about to explode. She’d taken a long walk by the river outside their house the day before, trying to clear her head. When that didn’t work, she walked halfway downtown before she realized what she was doing and headed back home. She spent the rest of the day asleep, avoiding everyone else in the entire house. This morning, Kajsa had hopped out of bed, showered and changed and then stood in front of her mirror, wondering what she was supposed to do. There was the option of speaking to her mother but that made the bile rise up. There was the option of sulking in bed but she wasn’t much of a sulker. There was also the option of working but her brain was too tired to let her focus. Instead, she strode out of the house without stopping to speak to anyone - even Valterri who seemed to have a question - and simply let her feet carry her. She had no direction as she walked towards absolutely no destination. Her brain was still trying to comprehend the calmness of her body. Her body seemed to know what it was doing though - she turned corners, waved at people and smiled - but her brain was still thinking about something completely different.

She stopped. Kajsa was suddenly jerked back into reality as she noticed her surroundings for the first time since she’d left the house in all her haste (or apparent lack thereof). Suddenly, her heart sank and she felt like crying. She swiped at her face as the emotional toll of the day before and this morning finally caught up to her. She looked up. Treble Clef. She paused and considered going in...but for what? It wasn’t even likely that he’d remember her, now that she was dry.

Yet another dull, slow day at work. Thankfully, not as many lessons were cancelled. Looked like a suburban mothers got their panties out of the wad and sucked up the fact the town wasn’t doomed or something. Damian had to get paid somehow. He had just finished a lesson ten minutes ago and had a bit of a lull before the next one. Not enough time to kick it back and enjoy a cigarette or two, but enough time to fix the displays hanging around and make sure the new Fenders that came in were spotless. He was busy stringing one of them when he decided to pick it up and rock out a bit on it. If one of the co-workers caught him playing on one of the guitars, he would have said he was making sure it was sounding right... though knowing Damian, he wouldn’t have said a think and merely would have shot them a look before that wandered off.

He didn’t notice the tiny bell ringing by the door, indicating that someone new walked in and was busy sitting at the front desk, strumming that lovely guitar like it was the love of his life. It wasn’t until his mother passed away that he was finally able to pick up the guitar and it was obvious he loved it. Same as the piano in some respects - required agile fingers and it sounded beautiful no matter how gentle or rough you were with it. After jamming on it for a bit, his eyes averted from the strings to merely scan around the perimeter, and that was when he caught sight of her. Her. Yes, her. The blonde chick from the other day that was soaking wet. Looked like she was back and very dry. At least she wasn’t one of the stupid bitches who didn’t learn from her mistakes. But what was she doing here? A sudden interest in music? Hell if Damian knew, but it caused him to arch his brow for a second while he ceased his playing. “Shoe broke again?” He called out to Kajsa, his voice mellow, yet rough. Oh yeah, he remembered that one, too.

Kajsa had wandered into the store completely by accident, or so she had told herself. She stood there, staring at a row of violin cases before she nearly jumped out of her skin as someone addressed her. She turned slowly to face Damian, who had a guitar in his arms. She took a step back for absolutely no reason as she tried to find a witty response to his question. Beat. Too late, it would no longer be witty, whatever she said. She’d waited too long. Clasping her hands in front of her, she shrugged. “I came to see you,” she responded, before thinking of the rest of the implications of that statement...and, wait for it....then she blushed as she realized what she had just said and stammered out the rest. “...t-to see what some lessons would cost.”

She ran her fingers through the tips of her hair as she tried to salvage the situation, actually making it a bigger deal than it was. She had barely been thinking straight the past couple of days and, clearly, the lesson here for Kajsa was to never go out of the house unless her brain was on full-function mode. She walked closer to the desk, as if to prove to herself that Damian wasn’t some big, scary man...even if he was. She put her perfectly manicured nails on top of the counter and tried to look him in the eye --- FAILED. She looked at the guitar instead. “I was thinking of perhaps learning the piano again. Or the guitar.” She tugged at the tips of her hair again. “I thought it might be cute to be able to play for my littlest sister...or brother,” the lie was completely unnecessary but it was her own psychotic way of telling someone of her fears that her mother was pregnant.

She came to see him...? That was a first. He wasn’t sure if he should have been honored or scared that- oh, she wanted a lesson. Right. That. Her emotions sort of said otherwise, like she didn’t entirely want a lesson. Maybe 90% honest. Hey, it was a majority and was a lot more than what most people could say for themselves these days. Then all of that certainty turned into a clusterfuck ball and Damian didn’t feel like picking her emotions apart to figure out what was getting to her. Screw that, was a waste of effort and energy.... wait, no. There it was - complete and utter dishonesty. It wasn’t that Damian hated it when people lied to him, but it got so old so fast when people did it.The girl apparently had ulterior motives, but like hell he was going to ask what they were. Instead, he just stared at her blankly.

“Cute?” He echoed her words and scoffed gently. Slipping off of the counter top, he removed the guitar from his body and placed it to the side while walking behind the counter and searching through the massive agenda book. Damian flipped through it quietly while looking through his availability. Well, looked like he had a lot more holes than he thought he did. Leave it to parents to cancel classes due to the weather or even the murders in town. Paranoid bitches. “When is good for you?” He brought his gaze on up to Kajsa, looking over her form briefly before settling his eyes upon her own. It didn’t matter which instrument she decided to pick, for he could teach either one. Just a matter of what she wanted to play. Still odd that she didn’t seem all that into wanting to play, but he got over that five seconds ago. At least she was going to be the best eye candy he’d get for a lesson in a long time. No denying that now!

Kajsa’s fingers were still tangled in her hair, which, as anyone who knew her well knew, was her “tell.” It was her way of dealing with nervousness or discomfort - at least when alcohol wasn’t around. And, then, sometimes, it was her way of dealing with the mere presence of alcohol. Kajsa tried not to let it show on her face what the thought of having another little sibling meant. She was twenty-three. Of all things, she should be the one having a kid, not their mother. A sharp pain in Kajsa’s head went plonk as bits and pieces readjusted themselves in her brain to make way for certain new thoughts. The same eerie calm started to seep in through her bones again. “Yes, cute,” she said with a smile. “I could play a lullaby for him or her. It’ll be darling.”

She leaned forward to take a look at Damian’s schedule. She didn’t have a desk job anymore and was going to be working from home. Even then, her sick leave wasn’t scheduled to end for another week and a half. Furthermore, she wasn’t even sure if she was really going back to work or perhaps prepping instead for the LSATs to get into law school. On second thought, she wasn’t quite ready to leave for law school just yet. “Hmmm,” Kajsa hummed the word. “I’m on a sick leave from work to recover from my accident,” she told Damian. “I’m literally free whenever you are,” she looked up at him to look straight into his eyes. She was surprisingly calm again. And her fingers were no longer tangled in her hair.

How on earth her emotions went from nervous to calm in an instant boggled Damian. That was new. He looked at her for a second, as if not believing what he just felt, then his eyes went back down to the book to flip through the schedule. Such an unusual and mysterious one she was. And cute. Definitely cute. And luckily for Miss Cute, there were apparently a lot of openings in his near future. “I’m free early mornings on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and in the afternoons on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday.” Then he paused and flipped back a page to realize he had a couple crossed out for today. Furrowing his brow, he tapped a finger against the page while thinking to himself before looking back up to Kajsa. “Free in an hour or so if you are, too.” He could squeeze her in. Would mean he would have to rush his cigarette break in between, but he needed something nice to look at. Something legal to look at. God, the amount of 13 year-old prostitots that came in here was unreal. He would have rather gone to jail for hunter-related reasons, not because he became a sex offender overnight.

There was no rush to be anywhere for Kajsa. She nodded. “I’m open the rest of the day,” she responded. She realized that at some point she would have to go home and risk seeing her mother. At some point, she would actually have to deal with the reality of the situation. A little bubble of panic rose in her chest before she squashed it out with a thought. Nothing to be worried about. “It’d be nice to gauge how much I still remember from ages ago. I wouldn’t want to waste your time if I had simply lost it all,” she said with a smile before looking back down at the book. Perhaps she wouldn’t have to go home tonight. There were hotels aplenty in Scarlet Oak. Ah, but Linnea would worry and Kajsa couldn’t have that...even if she couldn’t face her mother. She worried her lower lip as she weighed the possibilities.

An hour it was! Damian barely nodded in response while he immediately penciled Kajsa in, pausing for a moment while trying to figure out how the hell you even began to attempt spelling that one out with hurting something in the process. Damian tried his best, even if he added on four random, extra letters, but hey. Made sense to him. “Not wasting my time. You’re paying me,” Damian reminded her. Nothing was a wasted when in the end he was the one getting something out of it. He was a business man in that respects and treated hunting the same way. Didn’t care what he did or even if it was considered ‘a waste.’ Just as long as he had his money, Damian didn’t give a shit. And just as he was about to close the book, he spotted the cute girl eying the book, like there was something wrong all of a sudden. Dear lord, this girl is a hot mess... Slightly raising an eyebrow, Damian looked at her and interrupted her thoughts, “What?” Maybe she would dismiss it as nothing, but if there was a better time slot, then by all means, girl needed to speak the hell up. Damian might have been quiet, but he knew when to talk.

Raising her hand to point out that he was spelling her name wrong, she opened her mouth and then closed it again. She figured as long as he understood that was her time slot, she didn’t mind if he really couldn’t spell it. Then again, on second thought, she did. “It’s K-A-J-S-A,” she told him in her best non-confrontational tone...which was something she was actually really good at. There is a land called Passive-agressiva and I am their queen. He then reminded her she was paying him for the lesson, which she hadn’t really forgotten but it was really a non-issue. She could afford a couple lessons. She still wasn’t touching any of Jokull’s dirty money but she had her own saved up from work. She nodded absently. “Of course.”

Snapping to when he asked the one-word question a little abruptly, Kajsa’s head popped up to look at him before looking everywhere but as she tried to formulate a lie. Quickly, Kajsa, it’s not that hard. You’re a woman; this is supposed to be hard-wired into your system. KAJSA. A LIE. NOW. SOMETHING. ANYTHING. DEAR MOTHER OF PEARL, SAY SOMETHING. “Um,” Kajsa’s brain simply stalled on her and she shrugged. There was no use getting excited over anything. The truth was supposed to set you free, right? “I’m just thinking of the nearest motel that doesn’t have a reputation for bedbugs. Not...entirely interested in going home. For a while,” she tacked on the last part as she ran her fingers through the tips of her hair once. Ever.

Damian paused, giving her a look that more or less read ‘I don’t give a shit how you spell it’ and then went back to closing it and putting it away. Seriously, there were more important things to worry about than if the music instructor at the local music store was spelling someone’s obscure name right or not. Well, at least Damian had bigger things to worry about. Once the book was stowed away, he looked on over to Kajsa and noticed that huge twitch in the pit of his stomach that meant one thing - a lie. Not like the hesitation was obvious at all. He blinked and stared at her, confused as to why she was suddenly feeling... lonely? Was that even the proper word for it? When she finally expressed her interest in not wanting to go home, Damian had an ‘aha!’ moment, which came in the form of his raising his eyebrows a bit while slowly nodding his head. This girl was a hot mess... and he liked it.

“Don’t think there is one,” he attempted at being funny, which coming from Damian, didn’t really work. His delivery was dry and gruff, which he thought was amusing, but to each his own. Part of him wondered what made home so miserable that she decided to wander around back here, but the other part - and overwhelming majority - just didn’t care. With that out of the way, Damian walked around the counter and started to head to one of the private lesson rooms. “Come on. I’ll show you your instrument.” Hey, he had a few minutes to spare. Might as well show her around.

Kajsa tried not to give him too much of a ‘this is me, sassing you’ face because that was not how she wanted to define her relationship with her teacher. Bad things happened when you sassed your teachers. She had learned that at Hyde. She laughed lightly at his response to her motel question. She’d actually hoped he had an actual answer, but the joke was comforting enough. She really didn’t want to go anywhere that would require the use of her card because that would make her too easily traceable. Not that Linnea really would. And not that she could distress her mother by not going home anyway. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. It was the story of her life.

But that was enough melodrama for the moment, she scolded herself. Kajsa had never been one to sweat the small stuff. She was an optimist, bright-eyed and hopeful. Everything would be okay. Then, something in the back of her head repeated those words. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she followed Damian as he went to show her the piano. The nervousness starting crawling up her chest as she tried to remember how to read the notes. First line was the third finger...and then you just went up from there. Middle C was the thing in the middle. Sharps meant you pressed the black key and so do flats, which look like b’s. Seriously, now, she hadn’t been this nervous for anything in forever and it was just a damned music lesson. Pull yourself together, Kajsa.

Barely a music lesson at that. It wasn’t like Damian was drilling the girl - yet- and she was already a nervous wreck. Damian knew he looked intimidating as all hell and scared the crap out of most of the kiddos that came in, but Damian wouldn’t hurt a fly... not here, at least. Give him a reason to and he’d come gun you down, but Kajsa hadn’t shown any reason why he would be cruel to her. He watched her for a second before glancing back to the piano, then took a seat at the bench and crackled his knuckles before putting his hands to work.

The man had talented hands and it showed. All those years of playing definitely played off. He easily could have fit in with the best of them, looks aside, but instead he chose a different path in life. It was questionable - even Deirdre raised an eyebrow when she first heard him play - but Damian didn’t care. He wasn’t aiming to show off to Kajsa, but merely that he could be soft and gentle... at least with a piano. There was nothing to be afraid of in that respect. Had he put enough training into his empathy abilities, he would have focused on changing her mood to put her at ease, but instead relied on the music to do that. Then again, he didn’t give a crap how people felt. Their problem, not his. When the song ended, he scooted on down the bench and patted next to him for her to join in.

Kajsa’s jaw dropped as he played. She thought those sort of things only happened on television, but it did. He was amazing, why wasn’t he playing professionally? His sort of talent could certainly be on stage somewhere. Her nervousness level shot up several levels as she thought of having to play for him. Relax, he doesn’t expect you to be any good, Kajsa told herself as she tried to relax. When he scooted over for her, she slid in next to him. She swore her heart was pounding so loudly he could hear it, completely unaware that he didn’t need to hear it to know she was nervous and strangely affected by his proximity.

Once seated, her first instinct was to bolt away and decide this was a bad idea because...well, what was she doing here anyway? She didn’t really want a music lesson, she came here to “accidentally” catch him at work. But then she’d created a flimsy excuse and was now here, throwing away money in the hopes of...what? Getting asked out. The thought was enough to make Kajsa snort. Taking a deep breath, she posed her fingers over the piano and played the one piece she had performed at recital and the only one she remembered, Fur Elise. It wasn’t horrendous, but it was bad. She missed a few notes and her tempo was all screwed up. Halfway through the song, she stopped and dropped her hands onto her lap.

He felt that nervousness skyrocket the second he started and merely pushed it away and ignored it. So much for putting her at ease. Blinking his eyes, he watched Kajsa sit down and hesitate for a moment before playing that one song that every kid knew how to play on the piano, trained or not. Definitely nowhere on par with his skills, but he didn’t expect that from the blonde who broke her high heel in the rain. He merely sat and watched her try to do something.

And when she gave up and seemed to silently admit failure, Damian reached out to the top of the piano to tap the metronome on to give her the right tempo and then brought his fingers back to the keys to play the song properly. “You’re a little too fast right here,” Damian spoke lowly and showed her what he was talking about, only playing with one hand to show her one thing at a time. Damn, when did this suddenly turn into a lesson? Oh well, it wasn’t like Fur Elise was brain surgery. After the tiny demonstration, he pulled his hand away and looked over to Kajsa to see if it sunk into her brain at all.

Kajsa hesitated for a second before breaking into a nervous laugh. What the hell am I doing here? She pressed a hand to the side of her face as she tried not to succumb to hysterics. There were so many other things she could be doing with her time than half-heartedly learning a musical instrument. Like studying for her LSAT or...anything, really. Maybe jumping off the roof in protest of her mother’s infidelities. You were born out of infidelity, too, a voice nagged in her brain. Shut up. “I’m not entirely sure what possessed me to think I could do this,” Kajsa said with a smile. She touched the top of Damian’s hand lightly before sliding out of the piano seat.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the zipper on her purse to locate her checkbook. “I would love to pay you for your time today and, besides, that piece is worth the cost of a piano concert or something,” she rambled. “I, unfortunately, just realized this is probably not going to fit into my time schedule. And the baby -- my new -- “ she had to pause at the word. “...sibling. She’s forty-four and she’s going to need special attention and my other siblings aren’t...I don’t know how they’re going to take it.” She paused and kind of stared at Damian, realizing the overflow that had just burst forth from the dam that was her emotional stability (which, lately, was somewhere between non-existent and on the verge of a crisis). She giggled nervously. “I’m sorry, you didn’t need to hear any of that,” she added, trying to be calm. “How much do I owe you for this session?” Kajsa flipped her checkbook to a blank check.

If that wasn’t a clusterfuck of emotions, then Damian wasn’t sure what was. It took the man years to hone in on the skill to numb himself to the outside world, but now and then, there was always the occasion when someone got to him. Just blips on the radar. The touch of the young girl’s hand against his was enough to flood in a whole world of emotions, let alone the barrage of words that came to follow. Damian didn’t want to know how she felt. God, he didn’t care, but for some reason this had to be affecting him now. Now. His eyes fluttered, actually showing a hint of emotion as she went off, and once Kajsa was done, flipping through that checkbook of hers, Damian shuffled in his seat and reached out to touch her hand, stopping the action altogether.

“You owe me nothing,” he responded, eyes locked on her, hand lingered perhaps a little too long. Deirdre wouldn’t have approved of this behavior, but like always, he dismissed the woman a majority of the time. After a second of silence, he released Kajsa hand, flinching ever-so slightly at the ebb of emotion that shot through him, the last of the empathy. Hopefully for now. Damian looked away for a moment to the piano, knowing full well that this wasn’t what Kajsa needed. Shit, with that many family problems, it didn’t seem like music lessons would solve much. Actually... “Sounds like you need a drink.” A stiff one at that.

As much as he had plagued her dreams, the real thing wasn’t welcome. When he reached out to touch her hand, Kajsa jerked backwards a little, which was more of an instinctual flinch than an actual affront to Damian. He still managed to capture her hand a little bit, though, which she hoped made up for the earlier offense. “I must owe you something,” Kajsa said, her wave of emotions ebbing quietly to now turn into a headache. Suddenly, Damian’s offer sounded mighty appealing and, really, if she walked or Damian drove, then it wouldn’t be a problem. And a drink. It would just be one drink. It would really help with the headache.

“No, thank you,” she heard herself say automatically. “I have to keep sober,” she added, moving her pen into the same hand as her checkbook so she could pull at the tips of her hair again. There was the accident but there was also the pain medication she was taking, which was potentially a cause for death. It wasn’t something she was looking forward to happening any time soon. Necessarily.

And to that, Damian actually laughed. It was the little things in life that amused him so much. People feeling one thing and saying something else. He was just glad no one else could see this happening or else he’d be the laughing stock at the shop for a while. It wasn’t even a friendly laugh, but a dark one that was intentionally aimed at the lovely blonde and more or less read ‘You’re joking, right?’ And the moment he stopped laughing, he dropped instantly back into his dead, lifeless expression as if he had never laughed before. Then he looked at the check Kajsa was scribbling at and snatched it away from her and crumbled it up.

“You,” Damian eyed her again, “owe me nothing.” He leaned forward a bit, his eyes not once parting from hers. “You need something. I’ll take you out.” Mostly because Damian wanted a drink and he wanted a beautiful woman by his side. Shit, he’d drive. That wasn’t an issue. Never was. Either way, Damian would show her a good time and she could unwind and get the fuck away from this disaster that was her family. Jesus christ, and he thought he had family issues.

‘I have a headache’ sounded like a really pitiful excuse at the moment, even if it was true. She wouldn’t believe herself if she said it. Nevertheless, she tried not to go into a fit when he crumpled her check. Twitching internally, she let it happen and simply pursed her lips to keep from saying anything, not that she was entirely sure what she was going to say. Something along the lines of ‘that wasn’t polite’ was primary in her head, but she thought they were past being polite at this point.

“Fine,” she conceded, slipping checkbook and pen back into her purse. Fingers immediately returning to her hair afterwards, she continued to fidget as he offered to take her out. “Don’t you have students...or something?” She wasn’t really trying to get rid of him...well, okay, she was. But Kajsa wasn’t exactly the kind of person that enjoyed having dreams come to life. Well, at least the ones she had in the evening that were beyond her control and she felt guilty about the morning after. You need something. Did she ever. Kajsa blinked at where her brain went automatically. Yeah, a baseball bat to the head.

To answer her question, all Damian did was give a bit of a shrug, obviously not giving a crap at the time being. This whole music lesson stint was an act, anyways. So what if he called out for the rest of the day. Big damn deal. Spending it with the cute blonde sounded far more productive than some brat kid who thought Green Day was the shit. Rising from the piano seat, Damian ruffled his hair for a moment and then headed towards the door, finding that the second he poked his head out, there was another worker standing outside. “Hey man! What’s up?”

“Heading out,” was all Damian said, gesturing with his thumbing to get the point across that yes, he was leaving early. The younger kid seemed shocked at first, but everyone got the gist that, well, you didn’t really second guess Damian. Deirdre could if she wanted to and then people could gather around with popcorn to see how that turned out. Once the coworker nodded and skittered on off, Damian looked on over to Kajsa and extended a hand out to her. “Come on.” Damian was used to living in the moment and he was probably double her age. He’d be damned if some kid couldn’t do the same.

The sequence of events unfolded somewhere outside of Kajsa’s realm of control and she felt like she was careening off the road and into a tree again. The momentary flashback gave her cause to gasp silently, as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Something danced past her, which she saw out of the corner of her eye and she frowned as turned her head to see nothing. Her brain was still floating somewhere where she couldn’t quite access it, so she simply put her hand in the one that was extended to her without thinking. She felt herself being pulled out of the little studio and into the main store and then out into the sunlight.

Sliding her glasses onto her face with her free hand, Kajsa told herself she was going to just chill out. She wasn’t going to think about her mother or the new kid or any of her siblings. She wasn’t going to think of law school or her job or the accident. Nothing. She was simply going to go out and have a good time with a man possibly old enough to date her mother. There was nothing wrong with that, right? Hugh Hefner’s girlfriends were sometimes younger than her and the Playboy magnate was definitely older than Damian. Okay, the game plan was to have no game plan. “All right,” she said with her first genuine smile of the day. “Where are we going?”

Damian led the lovely blonde on out of the store, heading on down the street and towards where his car was parked down a block. Just a typical muscle car, nothing overly fancy. Funny how she was actually starting to relax a bit since Damian insisted that they go out for some fun. Girl probably needed it. Hell, Damian needed it and he was happy to have a cute little number next to him the whole time. That was a win-win situation in his eyes. As she brought up the question, Damian looked over his shoulder to peer at her for a second, then just shrugged. He didn’t know where they were going. Yeah, he knew of at least ten places in the area they could go to, but it wasn’t like he mapped out everything in his life for all occasions. “You’ll see,” he insured her, fishing out his car keys to unlock the doors and then opened up the passenger side one for Kajsa. Damian wasn’t usually a gentleman, but might as well try to score some brownie points while he was at it.

Pointedly ignoring the stranger waving at her from across the street, Kajsa slid into the passenger seat of his car. “Thank you,” she mumbled as he opened the door for her. She wasn’t exactly used to this kind of attention from a guy when there had been no mind-altering substances involved. It wasn’t that she’d never had a proper relationship, except that she really hadn’t. She’d been a mess most of her life and the only time she’d cleaned up, she’d focused mostly on schoolwork and ignored the majority of the male population of her high school. After all, she’d just gotten her mother back at that point and that was all that mattered. She fidgeted slightly as her anxiety began to creep up and she fiddled with her purse, searching for cigarettes that weren’t there. Instead, she began chewing on her bottom lip. Her hand went to her hair and started playing with the tips subconsciously. If Kajsa had known Damian was an empath, she’d have apologized for her really rather violent mood swings but it wasn’t like she could exactly control them either.

And there was her anxiety again. The girl never knew when to calm down, it seemed. Damian would fix that. Hopefully it would score him a couple of bases with her, perhaps more than just a mere music lesson. He’d rather play with her than a piano at that point. Slipping into the driver side, Damian turned the car on and looked over to Kajsa, watching her chew at her bottom lip. Oh, if she only knew how immensely sexy such an action was. Then again, she seemed to hung up on her own problems to even worry about anything else. So then Damian moved his hand over to her face, stroking her cheek lightly with his fingers tips, letting his eyes look over her form before giving her a small smile for a mere second. And with that, his eyes went back to the road, both hands on the wheel, and off they went. To where? Well, Kajsa would have to find out soon enough.